Cathy is in fact a ghost, which the listener may only realise upon reading the novel.
We’d roll and fall in green
You had a temper, like my jealousy
Too hot, too greedy
How could you leave me
When I needed to possess you?
I hated you, I loved you too
You told me I was going to lose the fight
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights
I’m so cold, let me in your window
Heathcliff, it’s me, I’m Cathy, I’ve come home
I’m so cold, let me in your window
On, the other side from you
I pine a lot, I find the lot
Falls through without you
I’m coming back love, cruel Heathcliff
My one dream, my only master
Coming back to his side to put it right
Coming home to wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights
I’m so cold, let me in your window
Heathcliff, it’s me, I’m Cathy, I’ve come home
I’m so cold, let me in your window
Ooh, let me have it, let me grab your soul away
You know it’s me, Cathy
I’m so cold, let me in your window
Heathcliff, it’s me, I’m Cathy, I’ve come home
I’m so cold, let me in your window
Heathcliff, it’s me, I’m Cathy, I’ve come home
I’m so cold
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