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