| Lyrics: | (hampstead incident)
Standing by the everyman, digging the rigging on my sail
Rain to
the sound of harpsichords, to the spell of fairy tale.
The heath was hung in magic mist,
enchanted dripping glades,
Ill taste a taste until my mind drifts from this scene and
fades
In the night time.
Crystals sparkles 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 childrens hair, everywhere I go
In the night
time.
Crystals sparkles 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 childrens hair, everywhere I go
In the night time.
In the night
time.
In the night time.
In the night time ... |
