Sleeping like a snowman Solid as a block of ice Will you still remember me When we're both five hundred and five?
Will you still need me Will you still feed me When we both come back to life? I hope they don't forget to thaw us out When we're both five hundred and five
I hope you're still sleeping I hope you're comfortable If it's already been seven lifetimes Then we only have one more to go
Grasping at straws and desperation A choice made by necessity And I know all the players when I'm dreaming And I wonder if you're dreaming of me
Sleeping like a snowman Solid as a block of ice Will you still remember me When we're both five hundred and five?
We were delirious and broken Some parts were here, but most were gone There must be a place we can continue There must be a way to carry on
There was a choice we made by fire That only ice could remedy Our bodies fixed as they assured me Welcome to the twenty-sixth century
Sleeping like a snowman Solid as a block of ice Will you still remember me When we're both five hundred and five?