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 babies 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 thats 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