Kids With A Farmers Tan

You and me and the aquamarine Drifting through lemonade skies You burnt my body with the sun in your eyes And I forgot to put on sunscreen We let our sunglasses fade with the chlorine ‘Cause all we’ve got to lose is time Never so perfect were lemon and lime Till we put them in our ice tree Last summer I was hung out to dry With the sheets and the shirts in the breeze I wasted my time holding in a sneeze Because nothing was good on T.V. The eggs were burnt in a frying pan The yolk was dripping onto the floor I scraped my knee and my pants were too short And my shoes were filled with sand My fingers stick to the strawberry jam My basement is flooded with bees I can’t quench the fire burning through my hand It’s burning a town made of gasoline And Vogue magazines And kids with a farmers tan