Storytime

It was the night before Went all through the world No words, no dreams - then, one day A writer by a fire Imagine Mother Gaia Took a journey into a childless heart A painter on the shore Imagine all the world Within a snowflake or his heart I'll free the poetry, until it's all done / until it's over Gliding in, falling back into the stars I am the voice of never never land The innocence of dreams of every man I am the empty grave of Peter Pan A silent kite against a 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 reads you Away to teach the night - the illusive hight Follow the madness, unless you know what's real Imaginarium, a dream emporium Caress the tales and they will be A story teller's game Each ride intoxicate He calls and follows a limitless quest for dreams / tales [начало строчки явно не такое, тяжело разобрать] I am the voice of never never land The innocence of dreams of every man I am the empty grave of Peter Pan A silent kite against a 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 of every man Searching heavens for another Earth Never land Innocence Dreams are everywhere Never land Innocence Every man Peter Pan I am the voice of never never land The innocence of dreams of every man I am the empty grave of Peter Pan A silent kite against a blue blue sky Every chimney every moonlit sight I am the story that will read you real Every memory that you hold dear