The jungle is coming up to the door
The birds that are calling are hard to ignore
The heat of the morning has come too soon
And the rain that is falling is falling far away
Far away up on the moon

Oh that moon

No one is sleeping we're naked in bed
Tossing and turning with murder in our heads
Can't lift a finger dreaming of ice
The photo you sent me out the window or the snow
Well it looks like paradise

Oh that ice

Do you remember winter at all?
You in a frock coat and me in a shawl

Mowed the lawn Monday the grass a disgrace
Mowed the lawn Tuesday the grass in our face
The jungle is coming and so is the drought
The people are screaming
Let me let me let me let me let me let me out!

Oh that ice looks like paradise