This must be what the poets talk about
You read me like nobody else
This is different, I can tell

This must be what the dreamers dream about
You pulled me
Off the pages been waiting for ages for you to arrive

So let me be the Wendy to your Peter Pan
Paint me like the sky touched down in Neverland
Baby, when you come back, when the story ends
Promise that you'll read me, read me again

This must be what the writers write about
Can't you see you're my Mr. Darcy
And I'm Lizzy Bennet
We're fated to happen

So just imagine that I'm Wendy, you're my Peter Pan
Paint me like the sky touched down in Neverland
Baby, when you come back, when the story ends
Promise that you'll read me, read me again

Stories end, and pages fold
And over time, our story's told
But we'll stay young, between ink and pen
As they read it again, and again, and again

I'm the Wendy to your Peter Pan
Paint me like the sky touched down in Neverland
Baby, when you come back, when the story ends
Promise that you'll read me, promise that you'll read me (promise that you'll read me, baby)

Baby, I'm the Wendy to your Peter Pan
Paint me like the sky touched down in Neverland
Baby, when you come back, when the story ends (when the story ends)
Promise that you'll read me, read me again

'Cause you'll always read me, read me again