Hamstead Incident testo
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.
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