Sleeping like a snowman
Solid as a bucket 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

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 bucket 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

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 bucket of ice
Will you still remember me
When we're both five hundred and five?