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