afi
the days of the phoenix
I remember when, I was told a story of crushed velvet, candle wax, dried up flowers the figure on the bed all dressed up in roses, calling beckoning to sleep, offering a dream the words were as mystical as, purring animals the circle of rage, the ghosts on the stage appeared the time was so tangible, I'll never let it go ghost stories handed down, reached secret tunnels below no one could see me I fell into yesterday our dreams seemed not far away I want to, I want to, I want to stay I fell into fantasy the words were as mystical as, purring animals the circle of rage, the ghosts on the stage appeared the time was so tangible, I'll never let it go ghost stories handed down, reached secret tunnels below no one could see me I fell into yesterday our dreams seemed not far away I want to, I want to, I want to stay I fell into fantasy  the girl on the wall always waited for me, and she was always smiling the teenage death boys, teenage death girls and everyone was dancing nothing could touch us then no one could change us then, and everyone was dancing nothing could hurt us then, no one could see us then, and everyone was dancing, everyone was dancing no one could see me I fell into yesterday our dreams seemed not far away I want to, I want to, I want to stay I fell into fantasy our dreams seemed not far away, our dreams seemed not far away.