Victorian Ice

Victorian ice and Edwardian snow You'll find yourself asking Is there something below? Cause your surface area is like old whale bones Preserved in museums, they're so totally cold Oh I, oh I, settled down over there Won't you hold your baby closer? I know I, I need you But you better keep moving before you get totally cold And you better start growing up before you get old Totally wicked and equally ace Hoopoes and herring gulls over chalky cliffs It's all that's left you know, carbonate and myth Whitebait and cockleshell, washed up like a gift Secret histories arrive by longshore drift Oh I, oh I, settled down over here Won't you hold your baby's hair Oh I, know I, I need you And you better keep moving before you get totally cold Oh, you better start growing up before you get old But you still don't understand No, you still don't understand Totally wicked and equally ace