The Days Of The Phoenix

I remember when Iwas told of story of crushed velvet,<br>candle wax, and dried up flowers<br>The figure on the bed all dressed up in roses, calling<br>Beckoning to sleep,<br>Offering a dream<br><br>words were as mystical as purring animals<br>The circle of rage<br>The ghosts on the stage appeared<br>The time was so tangible, I`ll never let it go<br>Ghost stories handed down, reached secret tunnels below<br>No one could see me<br><br>I fell into yesterday<br>Our dreams seemed not far away<br>I want to, I want to, I want to stay<br>I fell into fantasy<br><br>The words were as mystical as purring animals<br>The circle of rage<br>The ghosts on the stage appeared<br>The time was so tangible, I`ll never let it go<br>Ghost stories handed down, reached secret tunnels below<br>No one could see me<br><br>I fell into yesterday.<br>Our dreams seemed not far away<br>I want to, I want to, I want to stay.<br>I fell into fantasy<br><br>The girl on the wall always waited for me,<br>And she was always smiling<br>The teenage death boys<br>The teenage death girls<br>And everyone was dancing<br>Nothing could touch us then<br>No one could change us then<br>Everyone was dancing<br>Nothing could hurt us then<br>No one could see us then<br>Everyone was dancing<br>Everyone was dancing<br><br>No one could see me<br><br>I fell into yesterday<br>Our dreams seemed not far away<br>I want to, I want to, I want to stay<br>I fell into fantasy<br><br>Our dreams seemed not far away<br>Our dreams seemed not far away<br>Our dreams seemed not far away<br><br>I fell into fantasy