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Dangerous Veils

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Album: Roots To Branches
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Jethro Tull » Dangerous Veils

Desert candle in a tented space
Throwing softer shadows on a covered face.
Sister, silent to the likes of me --
Pay my respects to her propriety.

Is this some crazy woman here,
Dancing behind her thin black veil?
Am i misreading those mysterious eyes?
Duet impossible to harmonize.

I'm not inviting any stiff reaction.
I'm not one for naming holy names.
And i won't peek behind those dangerous veils.
Though you might hate me just the same.

Name of the father ringing in her head --
Thinking over what the prophet said.
Words and tradition bind her in their spell.
Don't drink the water from this holy well.

I'm not inviting any fierce reaction
And i'm not one for naming holy names.
I won't peek behind those dangerous veils.
Though you might hate me just the same.

Desert candle in a tented space
Softer shadows on a covered face.
Sister, silent to the likes of me --
I tip my hat to her propriety.

I'm not inviting any fierce reaction
And i'm not one for naming holy names.
I won't peek behind those dangerous veils.
Though you might hate me just the same.


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Jethro Tull » Í albúmi

Beside Myself
This Free Will
Valley
Stuck In The August Rain
Another Harry's Bar
Dangerous Veils
Out Of The Noise
At Last, Forever
Rare And Precious Chain
Roots To Branches
Wounded, Old And Treacherous

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