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