Ice Cream

Ice Cream
When I hear that sound
I know what's coming 'round
Thirty-nine degrees
Too hot for the bees
The grass is turning yellow
Streets are slow and mellow
The faucet keeps on dripping
And the clock, it keeps on ticking

The swimming pool is laughing with its shining bright blue teeth
Laughing at my body as it's sweltering with heat
The smell of colored plastic baking in the sun
Sweet just like frustration, my senses on the run
I want your ice cream
I want it lying in the sun
I want your ice cream
I want it melting on my tongue
I want your ice cream
I want it, what you're waiting for?
Ice cream, everybody
All I want is more
Ice cream
Filling up the car
The red door burns my thigh
How is this place just standing
With the temperature so hot
Even ground so heavy
Thick with gasoline
My hands will keep me steady
Harder than I've ever been
The swimming pool is laughing with its shining bright blue teeth
Laughing at my body as it's sweltering with heat
The smell of colored plastic baking in the sun
Sweet just like frustration, my senses on the run

I want your ice cream
I want it lying in the sun
I want your ice cream
I want it melting on my tongue
I want your ice cream
I want it, what you waiting for?
Ice cream, everybody
All I want is more
Ice cream
I want your ice cream
I want it lying in the sun
I want your ice cream
I want it melting on my tongue
I want your ice cream
I want it lying in the sun
I want your ice cream
I want it melting on my tongue
I want your ice cream
I want it, what you waiting for?
Ice cream, everybody
All I want is more
Cuando escucho ese sonido, sé lo que se avecina. Treinta y nueve grados, demasiado calientes para las abejas. El césped se está volviendo amarillo, las calles están tranquilas y sosegadas...