Interpret:

AFI

Album:

The Art Of Drowning

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 


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 


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 
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