Текст песни Jethro Tull - Sanctuary
Jethro Tull - Sanctuary слова песни
Dear uncle sold her into the purest kind of slavery.Hood-eyed little middlemen profited from damaged goodsAlong the way.Good angels brought her back to a last nepal summer.Debased, hollow-faced, a smile might become her.Now shes cosied up, cosied up and comfortedIn the warm flush of september.Gone before winter.Wondering as to might-have-beens.Somebodys daughter in sanctuary, waiting.Seen through softer cage of kindness, far and further still away,From time-warp victorian zoosWhere staring ice cream gameboys play.Big paws, worn claws and swishing tails.More damaged goods in the market sales.Too proud for anger, too late for hate: resigned in dignity.Gone before winter.Purring might-have-beens.Somebodys kitten in sanctuary, waiting.Somebody near you in sanctuary, waiting.