Storytime (From "Edward Scissorhands" Soundtrack)-Danny Elfman

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'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 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 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 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 voice of never-never-land, The innocence, the dreams of every man, Searching heavens for another earth... 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 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 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