Down the drain to Neverland:
There I'll someday be,
But now I have this gun in hand,
And this torture's killing me!

Oh, this painful despair
Drowning down to Neverland
Removing all my care.
This pill is in my hand.

Burn the sky to ash,
Fall below the sea,
Panacea from your stash;
The pill's the only key.

Burn the night sky to ash,
Fall far below the sea.
Panacea from your secret stash;
This pill's the only key.

Returning up from Neverland,
Returning from the shade,
Returning to the place we stand,
Returning to the life we made.

Gone the pill once loved by us,
And we were still on Earth.
To Neverland no more we'd bus
No more the shade would give us mirth.