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
(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
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 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
(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
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
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