Storytime - Nightwish

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 childmen heart…

A painter on the shore

Imagined all the world

Within the snowflake on his palm

A dream of poetry

A canvas of awe

Planet Earth

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 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 whole mad tale

That grieves you

Away to taste the night

The ilusive high

Follow the madness

Alice you know once did?

Imaginarium, a dream emporium!

Caress the tales

And they will read you real

A storyteller’s game

Lips are intoxicated

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 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 of dreams from every man

Searching heavens for another earth…