I remember when I was told a 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 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      Oh, I fell into yesterday   Oh our dreams seemed not far away   I want to, I want to, I want to stay   Oh, 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      Oh, I fell into yesterday   Oh, our dreams seemed not far away   I want to, I want to, I want to stay   Oh, 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   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      Oh, I fell into yesterday   Oh, our dreams seemed not far away   I want to, I want to, I want to stay   Oh, 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