Golden Hours

The pa*sage 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 san 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. (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.