Golden Hours

The passage of time
Is flicking dimly upon 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 (Who could believe)
I've seen the evening slide away (What a poor set of eyes can show you?)
Watching the signs (Who would believe)
Taking over from the fading day (What an innocent voice could do?)
Changing water into wine (Never a silence, always a face at the door)

Several times (Who would believe)
I've seen the evening slide away (What a poor set of ears can tell you?)
Watching the signs (Who would believe)
Taking over from the fading day (What a weak pair of hands can do?)
Putting grapes back on the vine (Never a silence, always a foot in the door)