Jethro Tull - Sanctuary текст песни

Dear uncle sold her into the purest kind of slavery.

Hood-eyed little middlemen profited from damaged goods

Along 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 comforted

In 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 zoos

Where 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.