Nightwish - 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 Gaia
Took a journey into a child-man heart
A painter on the shore
Imagine 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 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 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 story teller'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 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 the 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 the dreams of every man
I am the empty crib 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



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 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, the dreams of 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,
The elusive high,
Follow the madness,
Unless you know what's real?

Imaginarium, a dream emporium!
Caress the tales
And they will read 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 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, the dreams of every man,
Searching heavens for another earth...