Buried in Ice

Had a dream I was buried in ice

Doesn't that sound nice

And the professors brought me back in time

I was wondering if you'd still be mine

But the passing days have passed you away

Where you will forever stay

Professor what kind of

Miracle is this?

You should be careful

What you wish

For it comes at such a price

To be buried in ice

I was walking the streets alone

In a city of metal and snow

Up came a song from the radio towers

"Wee Small Hours"

And then came an army of clarinets

And the terrible hiss of cassettes

Professor what kind of

Miracle is this?

You should be careful what you wish

For it comes with such a price

To be buried in ice

Now the dream it does come and go

Why nobody knows

And all these doctors they don't suffice

I am always buried in ice