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
I came off pretty well
Ran to ground, ran to ground for a while there
But I came off pretty well
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