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.)