Song Name: Days of the phoenix
Album: The Art of Drowning
Year: 2000
Frances Rating: 10/10
crushed belved candle wax dried up flowers
the figure on the bed
all dressed up in roses, calling
beckoning to sleep offering a deram
the 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 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 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
