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Days Of The Phoenix lyrics
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, 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.
And 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.
Part of these releases
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- Track 9 on The Art of Drowning
- 8 A Story At Three
- 10 Catch A Hot One
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