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