Golden Hours

The passage of time
Is flicking dimly up on the screen
I cant see the lines
I used to think I could read between
Perhaps my brains have turned to san
Oh me oh my I think its been an eternity
Youd be surprised
At my degree of uncertainty
How can moments go so slow.
Several times
Ive seen the evening slide away
Watching the signs
Taking over from the fading day
Perhaps my brains are old and scrambled.
Several times
Ive seen the evening slide away
Watching the signs
Taking over from the fading day
Changing water into wine.
Several times
Ive seen the evening slide away
Watching the signs
Taking over from the fading day
Putting the grapes back on the vine.
(simultaneously with the last two verses, another voice sings another melody
with different words, as follows:)
Who would believe what a poor set of eyes can show you
Who would believe what an innocent voice could do Never a silence always a face at the door.
Who would believe what a poor set of ears can tell you
Who would believe what a weak pair of hands can do Never a silence always a foot in the door.