Roll his body or give him eyes
Make him smile for me, give him life
My hand is bleeding, I run back inside
I turn off the light, switch on a starry night
My window flies open
My bedroom fills with falling snow
Should be a dream but I'm not sleepy
I see his snowy white face but I'm not afraid
He lies down beside me
So cold next to me
I can feel him melting in my hand
Melting in my hand
Melting in my hand
He won't speak to me
His crooked mouth
Is full of dead leaves
Full of dead leaves
Bits of twisted branches
And frozen garden
Crushed and stolen grasses
From slumbering lawn
He is dissolving, dissolving before me
And dawn will come soon
What kind of spirit is this?
Our one and only tryst
His breath all misty
And when I kiss his ice-cream lips
His creamy skin and his snowy white arms
Surround me
So cold next to me
I can feel him melting in my hand
Melting, melting in my hand
Sunday morning
I can't find him
The sheets are soaking
And on my pillow dead leaves
Bits of twisted branches
And frozen garden
Crushed and stolen grasses
From slumbering lawn
I can't find him, Misty
Oh, please can you help me?
He must be somewhere
Open window closing
Oh but wait, it's still snowing
If you're out there
I'm coming out on the ledge
I'm going out on the ledge

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