At the back of your grandmothers house there was a hill
With a tangled garden thick and wild
We used to go there you and I
Just to get away from the aunts and uncles & their home made brew
We carried our ice creams in the summer sun
Tried to make them last as long as we could
Pretty soon they started to run
Dripping down our arms, dripping on the ground
Melting, melting
We sat under the trees smoking bark
Lighting little fires then stomping each one out
As the summer went on the flames grew higher
We’d just stare and stare and stare at everything
Melting, melting
At the back of my grandmothers house there was a hill
Black and smoky 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
Your grandmother’s house is now a supermarket
And I’m far away and living in a colder city
Tonight I pull the top off a bottle of beer
I’ve lit a fire and I’m wondering about you and if you remember me
And I’m melting, melting