The passage of time
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Is flicking dimly up on the screen
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I can't see the lines
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I used to think I could read between
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Perhaps my brains have turned to sand
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Oh me oh my
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I think it's been an eternity
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You'd be surprised
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At my degree of uncertainty
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How can moments go so slow.
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Several times
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I've seen the evening slide away
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Watching the signs
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Taking over from the fading day
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Perhaps my brains are old and scrambled.
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Several times
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I've seen the evening slide away
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Watching the signs
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Taking over from the fading day
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Changing water into wine.
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Several times
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I've seen the evening slide away
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Watching the signs
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Taking over from the fading day
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Putting the grapes back on the vine.
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(Simultaneously with the last two verses, another voice sings another melody with different words, as follows:)
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Who would believe what a poor set of eyes can show you
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Who would believe what an innocent voice could do
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Never a silence always a face at the door.
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Who would believe what a poor set of ears can tell you
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Who would believe what a weak pair of hands can do
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Never a silence always a foot in the door.
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Golden Hours
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Brian Eno |