I remember when I was told a 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

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 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
And everyone was dancing

Nothing could hurt us then
No one could see us then
And everyone was dancing

Everyone was dancing