Lyric

The smell of rain and soil outside my door

A lace of mist, I can't see anymore

A damp moon hangs, suspended in the deep

The night sky shudders, waking from its sleep

The apple in my hand begins to brew

A drunken scent, a fruit I never knew

Inside the picture book of a digital paradise

Neverland Island, under electronic skies

Lost in the sea of trees, within the mind

Searching for the things I left behind

Look, I see it now, the glow begins to show

Through the seams of a paper moonlight, a hidden low

Listen, I hear it now, the ringing in the air

The bell of dawn is calling, stripping the night bare

The smell of rain and soil outside my door

A lace of mist, I can't see anymore

A damp moon hangs, suspended in the deep

The night sky shudders, waking from its sleep

Look, I see it now, the glow begins to show

Through the seams of a paper moonlight, a hidden low

Listen, I hear it now, the ringing in the air

The bell of dawn is calling, stripping the night bare

The paper moon is tearing

Neverland

The seams are showing