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

Wild Horses Couldn't Change Your Mind
Or Help You Up 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 Your Mystery

An Ali Baba You Would Be
In Search Of Treasure Endlessly
And Like Some Jewel You'ld Comfort Me
And In Your Showcase I Would Be

But I Am Cold And Cannot See
A Way Out Of Your Mystery