and little Tink was dying there so soft against the roar
Idobelieveinfairies
cause they take me where I am
first star to the right then straight on to the lamb
Iwontgrowup
Tiger speaks her child tongue
the bow is drawn tight and it quivers what she's sung
you'vejustshotaWendybird
took her wings and fled
she could have told you stories but you silenced her instead
I've tried to love you right but now I understand;
You're still just Peter Pan
flying back to Neverland.