Days Of The Phoenix Lyrics - The Art Of Drowning - 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 

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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 

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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