So Far Behind - Procol Harum

Your convent-cloistered, cluttered mind

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