A.f.i. - Art Of Drowning : The Days Of Phoenix
 

A.f.i.



Art Of Drowning



The Days Of Phoenix





"The Days Of Phoenix"







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