Peter piped his pan flute
And little Lucy leapt to lay
Boy George got giddy
And threw his wallet to the bay
Every little liar
Would lie a little say
Break the smoking mirror
And on a ship they fly away
Fear of no tomorrow
They bathe in the star's gaze
Oh nightmares only scare me
When they turn to premonitions
The poor pied piper plays
A lowery-lipped tune
To the sound of demolition
And the Cheshire cat
Claws his furry way home
Knowing that it's all pretend
The jokers left behind
A house made of cards
As their laugher makes the home ascend
Cause I'll see you again
My dear dear friend
Time will pass but it
Never seems to say goodbye
And Death is just a bookmark
To a restless mind
A hanged man to a saddle tramp
A postage card from a traddle stamp
Saying hello
Off the mountain like a river it flows
Even though it's all a lie
A part of me knows in the end
I'll see you again, my dear dear friend