Avantasia, Bob Catley - The Moonflower Society

Twilight falls, ghostly the hands That reach out for you Through the mist of these alien lands Swallowed away on the road to forever Like a storm the wraith of advance Forced its will upon you Sacred yesterdays, lucid and vast For a blink of an eye it's all coming together Like a relic of a long bygone time Moonflowers grow from the back of your mind Hold on, yeah Fire in the night I see ghosts, spectres light around me Vivid and stark, a blaze in the dark Fire in the night One by one, pictures gather round me Where those moonflowers used to grow Lost no more, spectres gather round here Vivid and stark, a blaze in the dark Night by night, stare into the black Where moonflowers used to grow As I walk through the mist Down the ruins of things that used to be Silent remnants of magical times A cabinet of curiosities Old companions and past Christmas ghosts Juvenile levity Sacred gatherings, pictures of days Swallowed away on the road to forever A covert society buried in time Once bent on survival Now kicked out of line Oh, I hold on A fire in the night I see ghosts, spectres light around me Vivid and stark, a blaze in the dark Fire in the night One by one, pictures gather round me Where those moonflowers used to grow Lost no more, spectres gather round here Vivid and stark, a blaze in the dark Night by night, stare into the black Where moonflowers used to grow And quite suddenly Just as if somebody slammed the door Halcyon days buried in halcyon lore As silence prevails Fragments come passing me by Slipping right through A crevice in time, oh Fire in the night I see ghosts, spectres light around me Vivid and stark, a blaze in the dark Fire in the night One by one, pictures gather round me Where those moonflowers used to grow Lost no more, spectres gather round here Vivid and stark, a blaze in the dark Night by night, stare into the black Where moonflowers used to grow