He's not a boy,
neither a man,
he's something else,
he's Peter Pan.

Look at those eyes,
gleaming with passion.
Innocence appears if you stare deep,
my soul is dazzled.
They're the colour of the sea,
not blue, but iridescent.
His tears are the ocean's foam,
almost not present.

Peter says he won't grow up,
he's travelled long along the road.
He knows the world, from a to z.
And that's not where he wants to be.
He has his world, his Neverland.
No one gets hurt, everything lasts.

Peter, wake up.
That isn't true.
You know my heart belongs with you.
Don't leave me here,
I'm all alone.
The earth is mad,
come take me home.

Home to the land where kids won't cry,
they are all happy,
there's no goodbyes.
Boy, please remember me when you're gone,
come search for me, don't make me wrong.

I wish my eyes were bright with innocence,
maybe that could make me fly,
for instance.
Take me to Neverland,
teach me to fly,
I know I'm no Wendy,
but I will try.

Oh Peter, let's soar,
let's be free.
Somewhere we can be happy,
you and me.

John and Michael won't miss me,
mom and dad will dismiss me.
Nana won't even reminisce for me.

I've packed my bags,
and made my bed.
All is in order,
no one will care.

Just pour on top us,
faith, trust and pixie dust.
We'll fly together,
across the sea,
in Neverland is where we'll be.

Where no one cries,
and no one hurts,
where heaven is a place on earth,
I share with you,
nobody else.