C# Fm C# Fm D# G# x2 C# Fm The passage of time is flicking dimly upon the screen. C# Fm I canʼt see the lines I used to think I could read between. D# G# Perhaps my brains have turned to sand. C# Fm Oh me oh my I think itʼs been an eternity. C# Fm Youʼd be suprised at my degree of uncertainty D# G# How can moments go so slow C# Fm Several times Iʼve seen the evening slide away. C# Fm Watching the signs taking over from the fading day. D# G# Perhaps my brains are old and scrambled. C# Fm Several times Iʼve seen the evening slide away. C# Fm Watching the signs taking over from the fading day. D# G# Changing water into wine. C# Fm Several times Iʼve seen the evening slide away C# Fm Watching the signs taking over from the fading day. D# G# Putting 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.
