Ice On The Wing - Nada Surf

I am made of Sopwith Camel

Sherman PT-17, sixty and cloudy, I go slow

Compared to modernity I am a humming bee

Sweater-weather and

Hugs and drugs and movies

But baby ice

Is growing on the wing

Baby ice is growing on the wing

You rolled the dice but

You didn’t know anything

Underneath the oxide

Underneath the oxide

It’s all the same song

I am made of no newspapers

When the V-1 buzzing stopped

Only prayers

I am made of young curiosity, deluded piety

Double-whiskey for the men

Don’t talk to thy neighbour

If they don’t take your same lord as saviour

In a songless meeting house

Proud to be the only ones

Who get saved in the end

From hugs and drugs and movies

But baby ice

Is growing on the wing

Baby ice is growing on the wing

You rolled the dice but

You didn’t know anything

What if I start now?

Just like someone’s watching me

Somebody’s watching me

What if I start now?

Just like someone’s watching me

But baby ice

Is growing on the wing

Baby ice is growing on the wing

Baby ice is growing on the wing

Baby ice is growing on the wing

Underneath the oxide

Underneath the oxide

Underneath the oxide

It’s all the same