Last of the men in hats hops off the coil And a final scene unfolds inside Deep in the rain of sparks behind his brow Is a part replayed from a perfect day Teaching her how to whistle like a boy Love's first blush
Is this making sense? What am I trying to say? Early evening June This room and a radio play This I need to save I choose my final thoughts today Switching off with you
All the clocks give in And the traffic fades And the insects like, like a neon choir The instant fizz Connection made And the curtains sigh In time With you
You, the only sense the world has ever made Early evening June This room and radio play This I need to save I choose my final scene today Switching off
Ran to ground for a while there But I came off pretty well
You, the only sense the world has ever made This I need to save A simple trinket locked away I choose my final scene today Switching off with you