It was the night before, When all through the world, No words, no dreams, then one day…

A writer by a fire, Imagined all 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 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.

Imaginaerum, 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. Searching heavens for another Earth.

Neverland! Innocence! Dreams of every man! Neverland! Innocence! 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 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.