Then, one night, when it was once more spring cleaning time, the stars blew open the nursery windows.

We all found her shadow rolled up in a drawer

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.