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