The Wombats

Ice Cream

The Wombats


Beyond the pines are the breeze I shoot
There's a place where I undo
And it happens all the time
I'm immune to goodbyes, oh

Swiss watch and a baseball cap
Won't go far with a face like that
Still they keep me wanting more
A church with a locked door

You keep me wanting more

Everything gets blurry
Am I right where you want me?
Melting like an ice cream in the Sun
He's low and she's high
But I'm taking it offline
Is there really such a thing as too much fun?
An ice cream in the Sun

Art imitates life again
Rose and I used to be friends
We'd hang out from time to time
When we could toe the line, oh
What I like in humility
My ego pays back to me
And it keeps me wanting more
A church with a locked door

You keep me wanting more

Everything gets blurry
Am I right where you want me?
Melting like an ice cream in the Sun
He's low and she's high
But I'm taking it offline
Is there really such a thing as too much fun?
An ice cream in the Sun

Everything gets blurry
Am I right where you want me?
Melting like an ice cream in the Sun
He's low and she's high
But I'm taking it offline
Is there really such a thing as too much fun?
An ice cream in the Sun

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