



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