Tác giả : A.F.I.
Người đăng : administrator, 14 năm trước
i remember when, i was told a story of 
Crushed velvet, candle wax, 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, 
And 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