Neverland Lyrics - Singles - The Knife

Eyes are sober, this is the plan 

I'm sitting in a car heading Neverland 

A fancy man, a fancy man 

He's pointing with the fingers that are left on his hand 

Eyes are hazel, but far too cold 

Looking out for love 

But none of us can 

Where's the monkey that I've been told of 

I'm staring at the money that burns in my hand 

I'm dancing for dollars 

And for a fancy man 

Come right over, I'll knock on your shoulder 

This is a story and this is what I've planned 

An angry man, an angry man 

Nothing is more fatal than an angry man 

Vulnerable heights 

Feed the hand that bites me 

Following the steam into another room 

Standing in the corner 

Is this my home 

Showing us love that none of us can 

I'm singing for money 

That burns in my hand