I remember when, I was told a story ofCrushed velvet, candle wax, dried up flowersThe figure on the bedAll dressed up in roses, callingBeckoning to sleep, offering a dreamThe words were as mystical as, purring animalsThe circle of rage, the ghosts on the stage appearedThe time was so tangible, I’ll never let it goGhost stories handed down, reached secret tunnels belowNo one could see meI fell into yesterdayOur dreams seemed not far awayI want to, I want to, I want to stayI fell into fantasyThe words were as mystical as, purring animalsThe circle of rage, the ghosts on the stage appearedThe time was so tangible, I’ll never let it goGhost stories handed down, reached secret tunnels belowNo one could see meI fell into yesterdayOur dreams seemed not far awayI want to, I want to, I want to stayI fell into fantasyThe girl on the wall always waited for me, and she was always smilingThe teenage death boys,the teenage death girlsAnd everyone was dancingNothing could touch us thenNo one could change us then, and everyone was dancingNothing could hurt us then, no one could see us then,And everyone was dancing, everyone was dancingNo one could see meI fell into yesterdayOur dreams seemed not far awayI want to, I want to, I want to stayI fell into fantasyOur dreams seemed not far away,Our dreams seemed not far away