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