Hauntsly Pinkerdinkle - Yvette Young

I feel volatile in this room

Wrapped in memories

And a blanket to hide myself

Are you watching over me?

Will you be my friend tonight?

Captivated by the moon

I could use some company

Cold hands, cold breaths

If I don’t have a pulse, you’ll resuscitate

We can pretend you’re a healer

We can pretend you’re my savior

Silent night, holy night