Misty - Kate Bush

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

Bits 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

Bits 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