Days Of The Phoenix
(专辑: Art Of Drowning - 2000)
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 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
fell into yesterday Our dreams seemed not far away I
want to, I
want to, I
want to stay 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 I
fell into yesterday. Our dreams seemed not far away I
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 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 No one could see me I
fell into yesterday Our dreams seemed not far away I
want to, I
want to, I
want to stay 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