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