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   words were as mystical as purring animals   the circle of rage   the ghosts on the stage appeared   the time was so tangible ill   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 ill    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   she was always smiling   the teenage death boys   the teenage death girls   everyone was dancing   no one could touch us then   no one could change us then   everyone was dancing   no one 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