Misty
Kate Bush Lyrics

Roll his body.
She is creating a snowman by starting with the body and rolling it into shape.

Give him eyes.
She is adding features to the snowman to make it look more realistic.

Make him smile for me,
She wants to make the snowman look happy and friendly.

Give him life.
She is investing her time and energy into making the snowman, which is her creation, come to life in her own way.

My hand is bleeding, I run back inside.
She has hurt her hand while making the snowman and needs to take a break to heal herself.

I turn off the light, Switch on a starry night.
She is trying to create the illusion of a starry night within her room by switching off the lights.

My window flies open.
The window is open as if to invite in the spirit of the season and to the snowman outside.

My bedroom fills with falling snow,
The snow is coming in through the open window and fills up the room like a winter wonderland.

Should be a dream but I'm not sleepy.
The situation is surreal, but it is not a dream because she is still awake.

I see his snowy white face but I'm not afraid.
The snowman is in her room and has come to life, but she is not afraid of his presence.

He lies down beside me.
The snowman has come to life and lies down beside her in her bed.

So cold next to me.
The snowman is very cold, as he is made of snow and ice.

I can feel him melting in my hand.
The snowman is melting because of his body heat and does not last forever.

Melting, in my hand.
The snowman is slowly melting by the touch of her hand as he continues to dissolve.

He won't speak to me.
The snowman is not able to speak, as he is not human.

His crooked mouth is full of dead leaves.
As the snowman is dissolving, elements that made him up are now visible with his crooked mouth full of dead leaves.

Full of dead leaves, bits of twisted branches and frozen garden, crushed and stolen grasses from slumbering lawn.
She describes the decaying elements of nature that he is made up of, that are slowly losing their structure, as the snowman dissolves.

He is dissolving, dissolving before me and dawn will come soon.
The snowman is slowly melting as the sun starts to come up and the snow that made him is becoming weaker as it starts to turn into dew.

What kind of spirit is this? Our one and only tryst.
She muses about what kind of spirit the snowman represents as this is the only time they have been together like this.

His breath all misty,
The snowman's breath coming out his mouth is creating a mist-like effect.

And when I kiss his ice-cream lips
She is associating the snowman's melting ice-cream-like mouth with that of a loving gesture.

And his creamy skin,
She is admiring the snowman's light and creamy palette.

His snowy white arms surround me.
She feels that the snowman's arms are surrounding her, which he has created out of care for her.

Sunday morning.
It is Sunday morning; the day has started.

I can't find him.
The snowman is gone; she cannot find him in her room anymore.

The sheets are soaking And on my pillow:
As the snowman has melted, the sheets are wet and there is now elements of dead leaves on her pillow.

I can't find him - Misty
She calls out his name, but he is not there to respond now.

Oh please can you help me? He must be somewhere.
She appeals to anyone around who may be listening to whether they could tell her where he has gone.

Open window closing, Oh but wait, it's still snowing.
She thinks he may have escaped through the open window, but it is still snowing, so who knows where he really went.

If you're out there, I'm coming out on the ledge. I'm going out on the ledge.
She is determined to find him and is willing to look for him on the ledge outside of her window.