i remember when i was told the 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 ill 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 words were as mystical as purring animals the circle of rage the ghosts on the stage appeared the time was so tangible ill 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 she was always smiling the teenage d**h boys the teenage d**h girls everyone was dancing no one could touch us then no one could change us then everyone was dancing no one 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