Fly

My crocodile tears
And tidal wave smile
Only
Sustain me
A little while

Until i shadow myself in neverland
With the ghosts of children
Fighting a man with hooked hand

You can fly
You can fly
You can fly

And i believe that pixie dust
And a swift turn flick of wrist
Tossing talisman charms
Bring me back
From floating adrift

And crash land me on my native isle
So I can pause and play a long while

With Indian Princess and her curly smile
And Tom Tom beat
pound from red brave
In shaman tantric hypnotic wave
The smell of mystery in the fog
And muddy Earth  cooling my feet

And of course my Pan
Would steal a kiss from white hand
Then crows a warriors cry
Seal my returned kiss in his jar with 12 fireflies

And with it he light my nights
And comes to my window...
His fingertips flecked from glittery snow
Points to the lacey moon...
Says he plans to take me there soon...

Sailing me stars and happy away
Wherever his lions heart bright wind flows
The horizon stretched to mask the turn of day..
Warning:
In this place...
You never quite grow...

You can fly
You can fly
You can fly