Cryophobia

I am frigid cold And though the frosted air Can spin straw hair to gold My vessels it will not repair Since they froze from the inside Since I heard the one who died Did you know he sang? I can't hear my breath I think it's stuck in there It wasn't even my brush with death Of this I'm well aware But I don't stand the cold anymore And I can't tell you what I shiver for I wish that he could sing I wish he could still sing I'm not here alone Here in this Arctic hell The clatter of your bones I know it all too well And I wish, my dear, that I could say That I knew how it could go away When I'm cold I Mmmm I'm so cold that I Oooh