golden hours

the passage of time

is flicking dimly up on the screen

i can't see the lines

i used to think i could read between

perhaps my brains have turned to sand

oh me oh my

i think it's been an eternity

you'd be surprised

at my degree of uncertainty

how can moments go so slow

several times

i've seen the evening slide away

watching the signs

taking over from the fading day

perhaps my brains are old and scrambled

several times

i've seen the evening slide away

watching the signs

taking over from the fading day

changing water into wine

several times

i've seen the evening slide away

watching the signs

taking over from the fading day

putting the grapes back on the vine

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