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Standing by the everyman Digging the rigging on my sails Rain fell to sounds of harpsichords Though the spell of fairytales The heath was hung in magic mists Enchanted dripping glades I'll taste the tastes until my mind trips from this scene and fades in the nighttime. 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 Candies stuck in children's hair everywhere I go in the nighttime In the nighttime. Gypsy is the clown of love I paint his face a smile Anyone we ever make we always make in style Yes, strange young girls with radar screens And hands as quick as hate I won't just now, later on maybe And even then, I'll wait in the nighttime. Aus Songtexte Mania