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