Robyn Hitchcock - 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 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