Storytime - Radio Edit 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...