| Lyrics: | Standing by the Everyman, digging the rigging on my sail
Rain fell to sounds of harpsichords,
to the spell of fairy tale.
The heath was hung in magic mists, enchanted dripping
glades,
I'll taste a taste until my mind drifts from this scene and fades
In the night
time.
Crystals sparkle in the grass, I polish them with thought
On my lash there in
my eye a star of light is caught.
Fortunes told in grains of sand, here I am is all I
know
Candy stuck in children's hair, everywhere I go
In the night time,
In the night
time.
Gypsy is the clown of love, I paint his face a smile
Anyone we ever make we
always make in style. Yeah!
Yeah, strange young girls with radar screenings,
yeah,
And hands as quick as hate
I won't just now, later on maybe and even then I'll
wait
In the night time,
In the night time.
Standing by the Everyman, digging
the rigging on my sail
Rain fell to sounds of harpsichords, to the spell of fairy
tale.
The heath was hung in magic mists, enchanted dripping glades,
I'll taste a taste
until my mind drifts from this scene and fades
In the night time.
In the night time |
