Faster

I want to go faster, can't find the time You told me my flower would sour the wine Drank from my chalice, and 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 stone's throw You can't catch a comet, she's moving too slow