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 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      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