Days Of The Phoenix
I remember when I was told of story of crushed velvet,candle wax, and dried up flowersThe figure on the bed all dressed up in roses, callingBeckoning to sleep,Offering a dream
The words were as mystical as purring animalsThe circle of rageThe ghosts on the stage appearedThe time was so tangible, I'll never let it goGhost stories handed down,Reached secret tunnels belowNo one could see me
I fell into yesterdayOur dreams seemed not far awayI want to, I want to, I want to stayI fell into fantasy
The words were as mystical as purring animalsThe circle of rageThe ghosts on the stage appearedThe time was so tangible, I'll never let it goGhost stories handed down,Reached secret tunnels belowNo one could see me
I fell into yesterday.Our dreams seemed not far awayI 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 smilingThe teenage death boysThe teenage death girlsAnd everyone was dancingNothing could touch us thenNo one could change us thenEveryone was dancingNothing could hurt us thenNo one could see us thenEveryone was dancingEveryone was dancing
No one could see me
I fell into yesterdayOur dreams seemed not far awayI want to, I want to, I want to stayI fell into fantasy
Our dreams seemed not far awayOur dreams seemed not far awayOur dreams seemed not far away
I fell into fantasy