Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
All in the terror of the moment
That pounces as it open swings
A line of dots illuminated
For I have seen the speed of things
I fed you in your chair this morning
You made a mess of everything
By afternoon, you drove a sports car
You were driving at the speed of things
You held my hand when I was crying
You were allergic to bee stings
I threw some earth onto your coffin
And thought about the speed of things
I kissed you by the clear, cold river
I felt like I was growing wings
But I grew horns and found another
Oh, a girl to share the speed of things
Oh, a girl to share the speed of things
All in the terror of the moment
That pounces as it open swings
A line of dots illuminated
For I have seen the speed of things