I—I don’t believe it!
There she goes again!
She’s tidied up, and I can’t find anything!
All my tubes and wires
And careful notes
And antiquated notions
But! – it’s poetry in motion
And when she turned her eyes to me
As deep as any ocean
As sweet as any harmony
Mm – but she blinded me with science
“She blinded me with – with science!”
She blinded me with –
Poetry In Motion — Science!
