Buried in Ice

Had a dream I was buried in ice Doesn't that sound nice Professors brought me back in time I was wondering if you'd still be mine But the passing of days, have passed you away Where you will forever stay Professor, what kind of miracle is this? You should be careful just 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 just what you wish For it comes at 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'm always buried in ice I'm always buried in ice