Basketballs bounce out of tune the streets are empty & the moon has shone on Mrs. Porter & her daughter's soda water 'till they swoon Golden evenings pass me by beneath a dream of darker eyes & empty on a southbound train through Battersea in glowing rain I ride Oh the music is so loud enchanting all the faltering crowd to sing again their lonely melody My heart is yours & I love you you keep my mind as well & sometimes here when I touch you it's heaven & it's So the years have passed me by the library's shelves refract the light & black & white will not make clear the seasons & the reasons & my fear