Hampstead Incident Songtext
von Bojoura

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 a hung in the 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

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 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, strange young girls with radar screens
Yeah and hands as quick as a game
I won′t just now, later on maybe and even then I'm 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 a hung in the 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