I remember when, I was told a story ofCrushed vlevet, candle wax and dried up flowersThe figure on the bed, all dressed up in roses calingBeconing to sleep offering a dreamWords were as mystical asPurring animalsThe circle of rageThe ghosts on the stage, appearedTime was so tangible i’llNever let it goGhost stories handed downReached secret tunnels belowNo one could see meI fell in to yesterdayOur dreams seemed not far awayI want to, I want to, I want to stayI fell into fantasyThe girl on the wall’s always waiting for meAnd she is always smilingAnd the teenage death boysAnd the teenage death girlsAnd everyone was dancingNothing could touch us thenNo one could change us thenEveryone was dancingNothing could hurt us thenNo one could see us thenAnd everyone was dancingEveryone was dancing