Follow me down, will you please,
through these roads in my mind

And I'll shut my eyes as we wait

for the tape to rewind

To an august of magic
and dust and sour summer wine

And it's there that my
thoughts wander still every time

That the wind moves
through the branches of these pines

And 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 and mirrored the clouds

It's funny how some things just stick in your mind

But our summer-world was fading

and running out of time

As we walked through the last
of that strange summer
The day grew dark and left the park in slumber

And suddenly I find myself inside a world
beyond the looking glass

Gazing back through time
And everything is strange
beyond the looking-glass

beyond the looking-glass

But let us now move from the sweet taste
of a long summer's air

Through autumns gentle
unease and winter's despair

To the view from a dull window sill

and the bleak streets below

A looking-glass world
where the days are sleepy and slow

And suddenly those days were just a memory

A polaroid with colours fading strangely

And suddenly I find myself inside a world
beyond the looking glass

And backwards moves the time
And everything is strange beyond the looking-glass

beyond the looking-glass

And we would count the evening stars, remember?

Falling just like leaves in windy weather