Be my Wendy, I'll be your Peter Pan In my dreams you're dying Come on baby, take my hand We can walk if we don't feel like flying We can live, I don't feel like dying Come on baby, you've got no plans It picks me up, I can't stop crying I just wanna live

Come on and let it out Before you run away from me The beat goes round and round Jigsaws falling into place Wish away the nightmare You've got a light you can feel it on your back Just as you take my hand Just as you write my number down Just as the

Will you still wait for me Will you still cry for me Come and take my hand Come rest your head The faithful crowd is gathered here Soon they'll appear The high and mighty show up The king is in doubts

Oh I've got a woman now As she mistakes my name I see the light come around And strange as it seems I'm bursting at the seams Her wallet photos don't turn me on I feel her hand come around And her stone-wash denim jeans are darker than they seemed She

Gonna move up to the country Paint my mailbox blue Paint some trailin' vines and dew Well, come here, baby Sugar, let your papa take you by the hand Put some flowers on it, baby You know I'm leavin' LA, baby Don't you know this smog's got me down? I'm

Na na na na And the best is yet to come Don't look now, the best is yet to come Take my hand, the best is yet to come I know, you know That we've only just begun Through the highs and lows And how can I live without you You're such a part of me

Well, well, well So I can die easy The devil's gonna make up my dying bed When it comes to bury me Put a fifth of rum in my hand Might as well come and take my soul 'Cause I can't take it to the promised land Meet me, brother, meet me For I have so much

Shatter like glass Come apart in my hands Take as long as it takes, girl Put your head on my chest Let me help you forget When your heart needs to break Just break on me There'll be days your heart don't wanna beat

Take a look for you'll never see Inside my realm of mass insanity I feed off fear inside a world that's wrong Take my hand now Won't you come along Pure psychosis in this madhouse Which I call my home Degradation in it's purist form You're not alone

Come, take my hand Let us walk for a while Your burden of pain Replaced with a smile For the peddlers of death Come calling one more time Bearing promises So called friends running loose Draining you whole