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

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• A Whiter Shade of Pale
• Alpha
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• Homburg
• I'm a Reader & a Writer
• Il Tuo Diamante
• In The Wee Small Hours of Sixpence
• Into The Flood
• Last Train to Niagara
• Lime Street Blues
• Long Gone Geek
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• This Old Dog
• Well, I...