Kate Bush - Misty lyrics
[Kate Bush - Misty lyrics]
Roll his body give him eyes
Make him smile for me 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
Bit's 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
And his creamy skin
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
Bit's 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
Make him smile for me 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
Bit's 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
And his creamy skin
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
Bit's 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