Story behind the song
This was a poem by Ott Lukk. I gutted and butchered it into what it is today.
Lyrics
Welcome to my parlor, it’s darkened, can you see?
I have it all arranged for my fantasies
The couch is made of leather the lamp's a Tiffany
I’ve created an illusion a world made just for me
My lady is more friendly when she knows it is her way
For me this is the place where the both of us can play
Her smile can surely light my fire and burn me with its flame
and in our drowning passion I'm sure she'll call my name
Chorus
Welcome to my parlor where imagination reigns
I tell all my delusions be quiet this is my game
Welcome to my parlor where imagination reigns
I tell all my delusions I am not insane
Instrumental break
The lighting is so sensual the lamp has such a glow
The darkness holds the secrets that only I should know
I can’t help but wonder, when I look at all that’s here
Am I the only one who’s really ever here?
Chorus
Welcome to my parlor where imagination reigns
I tell all my delusions be quiet this is my game
Welcome to my parlor where imagination reigns
I tell all my delusions I am not insane
Outro