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