Changing water to wine

"The day is like water which turns into wine with the passage of time." (wrote this long ago to express my love for night)

thanks to a barter with a good man, i got hold of Brian Eno's beautifully poetic, melodic and bizarre (for those times...this was '75) album, 'Another Green World'. thereafter, ive been tripping on it off and on. you will be able to get a hint of its poetic beauty by the lyrics of the song i am putting up here. to experience the melody, bizarreness and Mr Eno's clipped Brit accent singing, go ahead and pick up the album.

Golden Hours
The passage of time is flicking dimly upon the screen;
I can't see the lines I used to think I could read between.
Perhaps my brains have turned to sand.

Oh me oh my, I think it's been an eternity.
You'd be surprised at my degree of uncertainty.
How can moments go so slow?
(impossible to describe the beauty of the guitar riff which follows)

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...

(sung simaltaneously with the above para)
Who could believe what a poor set of eyes can show you?
Who would believe what an innocent voice could do?
Never a silence, always a face at the door

Several times I've seen the evening slide away.
Watching the signs taking over from the fading day.
Putting grapes back on the vine...

(sung simultaneously with the above para)
Who would believe what a poor set of ears can tell you?
Who would believe what a weak pair of hands can do?
Never a silence, always a foot in the door.

going back to the opening line...with my new pursuits, i dont get to spend enough time with the wine...hope she misses me...i do.