Victorian Ice Lyrics - British 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