paroles de chanson So Far Behind - Procol Harum

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