this is the peak of our youth this is the peak of happiness this is the time of night when Pan takes out his fairy dust while I’ve got my pockets full of holes sharing my money with the floor these are the things you adore these are the things you hate
all of these labyrinths you built keeping the monsters out of sight am I straying too close to the sun? oh father, am I, am I? cause I’ve got my pockets full of holes sharing my everything with the floor these are the things you hate about me these are the things you adore
will I die inside before I die? will I die inside before I die for real?
home where I used to belong we lifted hands up to the sky singing those spooky worship songs they made you cry, they made you cry but I’ve got my pockets full of holes I’ve shared my everything with the floor this is when Peter Pan is left behind motherless