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 the 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 silent 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 silent 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

Searchin' heavens for another Earth

I am the voice of Never-Never-Land

The innocence, the dreams of every man

I am the empty crib of Peter Pan

A silent 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 silent 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