Tytuł: The Days Of Phoenix

• Wykonawca: A.F.I.
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I remember when I was told of 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, 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
  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