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