On this bleary night
twilight fades the flowers & the pines
A pale moon's on the rise

And the lily pond lies still
And mirrors a hazy opal sky
September has arrived

So we go for a walk
The houses in the street
are faded & pale like old photographs

And we'll count the fading stars
but School Street's so still
it's almost unreal
like the ways of a dream

Can't help but to feel like I've seen this film before
A castle of sand, slipping through my hands, nothing more

Can't help but to feel like I've had this dream before
A castle of sand, slipping through my hands, that's all