I want to go faster can't find the time
You told me my flower would sour the wine
Drank from my chalice took what was mine
If she stared hard she could see a lot of things
You were famous I was young
Roosting birds fall drunk on the plum
Man killed the bird with the bird killed the song
Sorrows come in battalions all wounds to be sung
Sweet oils bid her welcome flowers full of perfume
Mary and Isis embrace with the bloom
I can't go on telling you lies
Some men pluck roses some take to the sky
But I see many feathers just a stones throw
You can't catch a comet she's moving too slow