Victorian Ice - Sea Power

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