I remember when I was told the 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 cricle of rage, the ghost on the stage appeared.
Time was so tangible I'll never let it go.
Ghost stories handed down reach secret tunnels below.
No one could can see me
Whoooooaaa
I fell into yesterday
whooooooaaa
Our Dreams seemed not far away
I want to, I want to, I want to stay
Whoooooaaa
I fell into fantasy
The girl on the wall always waited for me
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
Everyone was dancing
Nothing could hurt us then
No one could see us then
Everyone was dancing
Everyone was dancing
Our dreams seemed not far away
Our dreams seemed not far away
Our dreams seemed not far away
I fell into fantasy
