Storytime

It was the night before, When all through the world, No words, no dreams Then one day, A writer by a fire Imagined all of Gaia Took a journey into a child-man's heart A painter on the shore Imagined all the world Within a snowflake on his palm Unframed by poetry A canvas of awe Planet Earth falling back into the stars I am the voice of never, never land The innocence, the dreams of every man I am the empty crib of Peter Pan, A soaring kite against the blue, blue sky, Every chimney, every moonlit sight I am the story that will read you real, Every memory that you hold dear I am the journey, I am the destination, I am the home The tale that reads you A way to taste the night, The elusive high Follow the madness, Alice, you know once did Imaginarium, a dream emporium Caress the tales and They will dream you real A storyteller's game, Lips that intoxicate The core of all life is a limitless chest of tales I am the voice of never, never land The innocence, the dreams of every man I am the empty crib of Peter Pan A soaring kite against the blue, blue sky Every chimney, every moonlit sight I am the story that will read you real Every memory that you hold dear I am the voice of never, never land The innocence, the dreams of every man Searching heavens for another earth Innocence, innocence, dreams of every man, ah-ah Every man innocent, every man, Peter Pan Innocence, innocence, dreams of every man Every man innocent, every man, Peter Pan I am the voice of never, never land The innocence, the dreams of every man I am the empty crib of Peter Pan, A soaring kite against the blue, blue sky, Every chimney, every moonlit sight I am the story that will read you real, Every memory that you hold dear I am the voice of never, never land The innocence, the dreams of every man I am the empty crib of Peter Pan, A soaring kite against the blue, blue sky, Every chimney, every moonlit sight I am the story that will read you real, Every memory that you hold dear