Lyrics The Wombats

The Wombats

Ice Cream

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 take 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 take it offline

Is there really such a thing as too much fun?

An ice cream in the sun

Everything gets blurry, am I right here 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