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 pa**ing days have pa**ed 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 ca**ettes
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