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