Misty (2018 Remaster)

Roll his body And give him eyes Make him smile for me And 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 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