Follow me down, will you please, through these roads in my mind   & I'll shut my eyes as we wait for the tape to rewind   To an august of magic & dust & sour summer wine   & it's there that my thoughts wander still every time   that the wind moves through the branches of these pines   & It casts a spell and holds me hypnotized      Kites in a mackerel sky as we'd ride across the town on your bike   The river lay still & mirrored the clouds   It's funny how some things just stick in your mind   But our summer-world was fading & running out of time   As we walked through the last of that strange summer   the day grew dark & left the park in slumber      & suddenly I find myself inside a world beyond the looking glass   Gazing back through time   & everything is strange beyond the looking-glass      But let us now move from the sweet taste of a long summer's air   Through autumns gentle unease & winter's despair   To the view from a dull window sill & the bleak streets below   A looking-glass world where the days are sleepy & slow   & suddenly those days were just a memory   A polaroid with colours fading strangely      & suddenly I find myself inside a world beyond the looking glass   & backwards moves the time   & everything is strange beyond the looking-glass      & we would count the evening stars, remember?   Falling just like leaves in windy weather      Da da dadada...