• There is a place
    Where the road ends
    And where magic begins

    Where screams are whispers
    And whispers are songs

    Where nightmares are butterflies
    And dreams are reality

    So come and join me
    Take my and I shall
    Whisk you away to see

    We will fly hand in hand
    Through this little world of mine
    Falling up through clouds
    Leaping down into rain
    And spinning ‘round between snow flakes

    But hush and stay quiet
    As to not scare the magic away
    For it is a small fickle little thing

    So remember when in a car or on a bike
    Rather walking or skating
    At any moment you can fall up
    Into the clouds
    And drop into my little world
    Of fickle magic

    And don’t forget to be silent
    As you let it dance around you