It's a door without a handle A black that looks so white Opaque that you can see through Mirror that won't reflect the light It's the answer of no problem The receiver of no pass The beauty of a face That's been dragged through broken glass It's a child without a mother A boat without a sail The ever-prompt payment Of a check that's "in the mail" It's the openness and freedom Of being locked-up in a cage Only love can calm the madness Of a broken heart in rage