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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 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
We sat under the trees smoking bark
Lighting little fires and stomping each one out
As the summer went on, the flames grew higher
We just stared, stared, stared at everything melting
Melting
Melting
Melting
At the back of your grandmother's 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
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
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