Storytime

Album: Imaginaerum (2011)
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  • 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 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 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 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 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

    Innocence, innocence, dreams of every man, ah-ah
    Every man innocent, every man, Peter Pan
    Innocence, innocence, dreams of every man
    Every man innocent, 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 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
    I am the empty crib 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 Writer/s: Erno Vuorinen, Jukka Nevalainen, Marko Hietala, Tuomas Holopainen
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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