Golden Hours - Brian Eno

The passage of time

Is flicking dimly up on the screen

I cant see the lines

I used to think I could read between

Perhaps my brains have turned to san

Oh me oh my I think its been an eternity

Youd be surprised

At my degree of uncertainty

How can moments go so slow.

Several times

Ive seen the evening slide away

Watching the signs

Taking over from the fading day

Perhaps my brains are old and scrambled.

Several times

Ive seen the evening slide away

Watching the signs

Taking over from the fading day

Changing water into wine.

Several times

Ive seen the evening slide away

Watching the signs

Taking over from the fading day

Putting the grapes back on the vine.

(simultaneously with the last two verses, another voice sings another melody

with different words, as follows:)

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.