Golden Hours Lyrics
The passage of timeIs flicking dimly up on the screenI can't see the linesI used to think I could read betweenPerhaps my brains have turned to sanOh me oh myI think it's been an eternityYou'd be surprisedAt my degree of uncertaintyHow can moments go so slow.Several timesI've seen the evening slide awayWatching the signsTaking over from the fading dayPerhaps my brains are old and scrambled.Several timesI've seen the evening slide awayWatching the signsTaking over from the fading dayChanging water into wine.Several timesI've seen the evening slide awayWatching the signsTaking over from the fading dayPutting 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 youWho would believe what an innocent voice could doNever a silence always a face at the door.Who would believe what a poor set of ears can tell youWho would believe what a weak pair of hands can doNever a silence always a foot in the door.
Brian Eno Golden Hours
