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 (who would believe what a poor) I've seen the evening slide away (set of eyes can show you?) Watching the signs (who would believe what an) Taking over from the fading day (innocent voice could do?) Changing water into wine (never a silence, always a face at the door) Several times (who would believe what a poor) I've seen the evening slide away (set of ears can tell you?) Watching the signs (who would believe what a weak) Taking over from the fading day (pair of hands can do?) Putting the grapes back on the vine (never a silence, always a foot in the door)