Misty

Roll his body
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

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
And his creamy skin
And snowy white arms
Surround me

So cold next to me
I can feel him
Melting in my hand
Melting
Melting
Mm in my hand

Sunday morning
I can't find him
The sheets are soaking
And on my pillow
Dead leaves
Mm bits of twisted branches
And frozen garden
Crushed and stolen grasses
From slumbering lawn
I can't find him (find him find him ...)
Misty
Oh please can you help me?
He must be somewhere
Open window closing
Oh but wait
It's still snowing
Out there
I'm coming out on the ledge
I'm going out on the ledge