I remember when
I was told of 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.
CORO
I fell into yesterday.
Our dreams seemed not far away.
I want to stay.X3
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.
CORO
I fell into yesterday.
Our dreams seemed not far away.
I want to stay.X3
I fell into fantasy.
(The girl on the wall always waited 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.
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.com
CORO
I fell into yesterday.
Our dreams seemed not far away.
I want to stay.X3
I fell into fantasy.