Your convent-cloistered, cluttered mind
Calls out for me but I'm behind
You cannot see into your room
Whose perfumed depths sing songs of doom
But I am cold and cannot see
A way out of this mystery
An Ali baba you would be
In search of treasure endlessly
And like some jewel comfort me
And in your showcase I would be
But I am cold and cannot see
A way out of this mystery
So far behind, break
So far behind
Wild horses could not change your mind
Or help you out and let you find
That I am here cold or blind
That I have something left to find
But I am cold and cannot see
A way out of this mystery
A way so far behind
So far behind, so far behind
To the break
So far behind
So far behind
So far behind
So far behind
So far, so far behind
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