It's hot in here as the sun
turns the air almost
liquid
And from the second
floor I'm gazing
through the window
'Cause at 10 o'clock
the icecreamman
comes our
way, you can hear
his tune
It's the highlight
of the day
And everything seems
so trivial and so
much the same
'Cause these days are
like circles
and circles stay the
same


(c) Gore Slut