Golden Hours

The passage of time
Is flicking dimly up on the screen
I can't see the lines
I used to think I could read between
Perhaps my brains have turned to sand
Only, oh my
I think it's been an eternity
You'd be surprised
At my degree of uncertainty
How can moments go so slow
Several times
I've seen the evening slide away
Watching the signs
Taking over from the fading day
Perhaps my brains are old and scrambled
Several times
I've seen the evening slide away
Watching the signs
Taking over from the fading day
Changing water into wine
Several times
I've seen the evening slide away
Watching the signs
Taking over from the fading day
Putting grapes back on the vine