Fractures in Plaster

when your clothes they all shrink
 and your forehead's pressed to the cool of the sink
 do you find yourself suddenly there
 in the woods with your yellow bear? oh
 and if we step through the nursery door
 and if the snow falls like before
 in flakes as big as your hand
 do we even care where it will end? no
 when the past proves tough to resist
 you'll keep a loose grip on my wrist, won't you?
 yeah if the ghosts and the living can't coexist
 you'll keep a loose grip on my wrist, won't you?
 fractures in plaster
 fractures in plaster
 Queen Elizabeth, what would you ask her?
 in 1922 if the puzzled boy in the books was you,
 where would your comfort be?
 up the sturdy trunk of a chestnut tree?
 well there's no such haven here
 but no one will notice if we disappear
 to the window at the top of the stairs
 with a view to the woods
 and the clearing of forgetful airs
 when the past proves tough to resist
 you'll keep a loose grip on my wrist, won't you?
 and if the ghosts and the living can't coexist
 you'll keep a loose grip on my wrist, won't you?
 fractures in plaster
 fractures in plaster
 Queen Elizabeth, what would you ask her?