AFI - The Days Of The Phoenix

I remember when
I was told a story of
Crushed velvet candle wax
And 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 - I fell into yesterday
Our - our dreams seemed not far away
I want to, I want to, I want to stay
I - 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 tunnel below
No one could see me

I - I fell into yesterday
Our - our dreams seemed not far away
I want to, I want to, I want to stay
I - I fell into fantasy

The girl on the wall was always waiting for me
And she was always smiling
The teenage death boys
The 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 - I fell into yesterday
Our - our dreams seemed not far away
I want to, I want to, I want to stay
I - I fell into fantasy
Our dreams seemed not far away
Our dreams seemed not far away
Our dreams seemed not far away
I fell into fantasy