At the back of my grandmother's house there was a hill With a tangled garden, thick and wild We used to go there, you and I, as children Slipping away from the aunts and uncles and their homemade brew We carried our ice creams in the summer sun Trying to make them last as long as we could Pretty soon they started to run Dripping down our arms, dripping on the ground Melting We sat under the trees smoking bark Lighting little fires and stompin' each one out As the summer went on the flames grew higher We just stared and stared and stared at everything melting
Melting At the back of my grandmother's house there was a hill Black and smoking at the end of the day We watched the fire trucks go back on down the road We heard them calling out our names We were standing in the shadows, melting Melting, melting Now my grandmother's house is a supermarket And I'm far away, living in a colder city And tonight I've pulled the top off a bottle of beer And I've lit a fire and I'm staring, staring Where are you, where are you now? You're melting, we're all melting, melting, melting, melting