Is flicking dimly up on the screen
I used to think I could read between
Perhaps my brains have turned to sand
I think it's been an eternity
At my degree of uncertainty
How can moments go so slow
I've seen the evening slide away
Taking over from the fading day
Perhaps my brains are old and scrambled
I've seen the evening slide away
Taking over from the fading day
I've seen the evening slide away
Taking over from the fading day
Putting grapes back on the