This Evening

[Verse 1]
This evening has a quiet pause, a moment drawn out in all
The evenings we have known, the gaze in the minute when
All of it waits all the while, the emerald isle when we wait
And years go by, another day, another night, when and why
The evening of these things, all is done, the day is long but
Not that long, it's poured out thick and hollowed quick
And soon the sounds are made to be heard in the dark
This evening character, in it's soon to be dotted cape
It's in the drapes, we can get it out, as the cement still warm
But dark and waiting for, the sun of day, the way is made how it
Spends it's evenings, how we are evening, on our own this
Evening
Oh this evening