Faster

I wanna go faster can't find the time

You told me my flowers 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