Slowly Fading Evening Sun

Now the songbirds were still singing,
As dusk shrouded the room,
I thought I�d take a picture,
Of the sun from out the gloom,
And did I tick and time it,
And place it with the rest,
And show it to an angel,
�Cos I know she knows best.

Oh darling, shall we go and get things done,
Or would you rather sit and watch the slowly fading evening sun?

Now we had to get to be there,
And you know what it�s all about,
When the people bring their things in,
Before we even checked �em out.
And they said there is no pressure,
But we need a place to live,
And though I might forget it,
I know I'll never forgive.

Oh darling, shall we go and get things done,
Or would you rather sit and watch the slowly fading evening sun?

Now I�d been there for a short while,
Before that angel came along,
Who filled my mind with passion,
As she filled my heart with song,
And the wicked one she questioned,
How she could stay for free,
So I made the suggestion,
She should come and stay with me.

Oh darling, shall we go and get things done,
Or would you rather sit and watch the slowly fading evening sun?

Now the terror of the tenants,
Told us what it was about,
She said you both need your own space,
So I�ll be shipping out.
But I�ll have to put the rent up,
You see the mortgage must be paid,
And like fools we agreed to,
The worst mistake we�d ever made.

Oh darling, shall we go and get things done,
Or would you rather sit and watch the slowly fading evening sun?

Didn�t take long to get settled,
Didn�t take long to get to this,
And we made such preparations,
For a life of joy and bliss.
But the tenant�s terror decided,
What true love was all about,
She said she�d be returning,
And we�d have to get out.

Oh darling, shall we go and get things done,
Or would you rather sit and watch the slowly fading evening sun?

Now the landlord was a preacher,
A very wealthy man of God,
And how the camel would fit through the needle,
Well I found it kind of odd.
But he treated us so sweetly,
Yes the pastor was very kind,
He said as soon as he first met us,
He�d already made up his mind.

Oh darling, shall we go and get things done,
Or would you rather sit and watch the slowly fading evening sun?

Well at first it all seemed perfect,
We were liberated at last.
But with the artist and shift-worker,
Well it all turned bad so fast.
And we just kept it quiet,
We kept it bottled in,
And when the artist just got noisier,
We just lived with the din.

Oh darling, shall we go and get things done,
Or would you rather sit and watch the slowly fading evening sun?

And one night they were fighting,
And he yelled a slammed the door,
That�s when we both decided,
We couldn�t take it any more.
And that is when she spotted,
Somewhere worth much more than it seems,
I guess we finally got to,
The destination of our dreams.

Oh darling, shall we go and get things done,
Or would you rather sit and watch the slowly fading evening sun?