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 d** and movies But baby ice Is growing on the wing Baby ice is growing on the wing You rolled the dice but You didnt know anything Underneath the oxide Underneath the oxide Its 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 Dont talk to thy neighbour If they dont 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 d** and movies But baby ice Is growing on the wing Baby ice is growing on the wing You rolled the dice but You didnt know anything What if I start now? Just like someones watching me Somebodys watching me What if I start now? Just like someones 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 Its all the same