If I could take your mind off of this
I would soon fly it to Neverland
Time would fall faint in its tracks
No threat of it too quickly passing
To spend a life landscaping rituals
Placing each piece of a mosaic window
Then comes a time, time like a tempest
Sending branches right through the glass
If I could take your mind off of this
I would soon fly it to Neverland
Time would fall ill in its tracks
No threat of it too quickly passing
You had routines to give chaos an outline
Praying by them, kneeling at bedside
Now they’re weighed and marked
For sale by the pound at a market where no one is allowed
If I could take your mind off of this
I would soon fly it to Neverland
Time would fall dead in its tracks