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 Chorus 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 a neon choir The instant fizz Connection made And the curtains sigh In time With you Chorus 2 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 Chorus 3 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