Ice On The Wing

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