Yvette Young Hauntsly Pinkerdinkle
I feel volatile in this room
Wrapped in memories
And a blanket to hide myself
Are you watching over me?
Will you be my friend tonight?
Captivated by the moon
I could use some company
Cold hands, cold breaths
If I don't have a pulse, you'll resuscitate
We can pretend you're a healer
We can pretend you're my savior
Silent night, holy night