Wendy & The Lost Boy

	Dear Wendy, I still believe the promises
	we swore upon when we were magic.
	This came to me as in a dream:
	my heart was in your hands.
	Wendy, do you believe in promises?
	The problem is the boy became a man.
	Wendy – mother, child, lover – everything
	you meant to me lives on in memory;
	to think of how we broke each other's hearts
	is more than I can stand.
	Wendy, were we in love eternally
	or were we just in never-never land?
	Sometimes the boy denies the man,
	sometimes the boy defies the man,
	flying in the shade of Peter Pan...
	Oh, Wendy, maybe you still remember this:
	a touch, a kiss that lasts forever...
	but time and tide rush in conspiracy:
	all love is damned.
	Wendy, I still believe the promise is
	the boy's alive,
	the boy is in the man.

	Dear Wendy, I still believe the promises
	we swore upon when we were magic.
	This came to me as in a dream:
	my heart was in your hands.
	Wendy, do you believe in promises?
	The problem is the boy became a man.
	Wendy mother, child, lover everything
	you meant to me lives on in memory
	to think of how we broke each other' s hearts
	is more than I can stand.
	Wendy, were we in love eternally
	or were we just in nevernever land?
	Sometimes the boy denies the man,
	sometimes the boy defies the man,
	flying in the shade of Peter Pan...
	Oh, Wendy, maybe you still remember this:
	a touch, a kiss that lasts forever...
	but time and tide rush in conspiracy:
	all love is damned.
	Wendy, I still believe the promise is
	the boy' s alive,
	the boy is in the man.