We could walk together

In the jade and the coolness of the evening light

And watch the crowds serenely flow

Through carnivals of shop windows where elm trees sigh


The summer's heat is fading 

And the clown on the golden lawn holds out his hand

And out there on the fading day 

The members of a strange parade play sarabandes


Like a silver ring thrown into the flood of my heart

With the moon high above the motorway

I have searched for all your fragrance in the silent

dark

Is that okay?


So why don't we stick together

With our eyes so full of evening and amphetamine

And watch the fools go rolling on through

Still fields as the darkness falls on England green