# #Sweeping skies and breezey greens, can maybe show us what it means, iles. A6 Em7 C* D Em Twelve hours of sunset, half a day in the skies, be with you crow flies........ A6 C* D Em .....oh...........how time flies...... C* D Em C* D Em I used to think I wasn't mad, but now I know its all I had, Can hope be lost, or only seeming. Now that time's turned into space, there's no time to check the pace, And no-one cares, except for dreaming, Twelve hours of sunset, twilight sublime, me. A6 Em7 (chordiearchive.chordie.com)