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