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