AFI- The Days of the Phoenix EP

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, 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 ...


















