Golden Hours

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 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 grapes back on the vine…

[Sung simultaneously to last two verses]
Who could 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.

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