The Looking Glass

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

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