Melting - Paul Kelly

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