On this bleary nightntwilight fades the flowers & the pinesnA pale moon's on the risenn& the lily pond lies stilln& mirrors a hazy opal skynSeptember has arrivednnSo we go for a walknThe houses in the streetnare faded & pale like old photographsnn& we'll count the fading starsnbut School Street's so stillnit's almost unrealnlike the ways of a dreamnnCan't help but to feel like I've seen this film beforenA castle of sand, slipping through my hands, nothing morennCan't help but to feel like I've had this dream beforenA castle of sand, slipping through my hands, that's all