The Days Of The Phoenix - AFI

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

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

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

I fell into fantasy