Misty

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