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