Your waistcoat high
Into self absorption, deviation
No victorian intuition

Can't find the switch
To the light bulb of concentration
No victorian, no victorian,
No victorian, no victorian intuition

Father Winter Replies:

Out of tune, unfit for singing
oh, it's alright,
nothing's changed then
Right beside my four eyed pretties
Oh, it's all right, they forgive me

Collectively we sigh

Time bends to meet our cries
Father winter replies
Hasty, hasty, how to simmer?
First, read the words then consider
Pinch of salt, a spoon of patience
To be complete when He's finished

Victorian Intuition:

Clutch all your false diagrams
Proof for Malnutrition
No victorian intuition 

You prevent what you have
To prove all your inclinations
No victorian, no victorian,
no victorian, no victorian intuition