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 childless heart

A painter on the shore

Imagined all the world

Within the snowflake on his palm

A dream of poetry,

I'll tell is over

Cutting in,

Falling back in to the stars

I am the voice of never, never land,

The innocence of dreams from every man,

I am the empty grave 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 whole mad tale

That grieves you

Away to taste the night,

Free and loose we fly!

Follow the madness,

How do you know what's real?

Imaginarium, a dream emporium!

Caress the tales

And they will read you real

A storyteller's game,

Inside he flicks the gate

The calling heart

Is a limitless chest of tales

I am the voice of never, never land,

The innocence of dreams from every man,

I am the empty grave 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 of dreams from every man,

Searching heavens for another earth