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  • 作词 : D. Leitch
    作曲 : D. Leitch
    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 knowCandy stuck in children's hair, everywhere
    I goIn 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 screens, yeah
    And hands as quick as hate
    I won't just now, later on maybe and even then
    I'll waitIn 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
  • 作词 : D. Leitch
    作曲 : D. Leitch
    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 knowCandy stuck in children's hair, everywhere
    I goIn 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 screens, yeah
    And hands as quick as hate
    I won't just now, later on maybe and even then
    I'll waitIn 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