If you can't sleep tonight
And if a fever grips you tight
There's a place we must explore
Open wide the door
We may be the haunted men
But we will hold our heads up when
We're walking down the street of dreams
The deadbeats and the dispossessed
The seekers of unlikeliness
The beauty walks on and on
With the beast tonight
Cause we may be the haunted men
But we will hold our heads up when
We're walking down the street of dreams
(Oh, we-oh, we-oh) Down the street of dreams
(Oh, we-oh, we-oh) We're walking down the street of dreams
(Oh, we-oh, we-oh, we-oh)
(Ah, ah)
A thousand doorways open there
A thousand voices sweet and clear
Emotions felt with a passion
Never felt before
And we may be the haunted men
But we will hold our heads up when
We're walking down the street of dreams
(Oh, we-oh, we-oh)
(Oh, we-oh, we-oh) We're walking down the street of dreams
(Oh, we-oh, we-oh, we-oh)
(Ah, ah, ah)
When you walk down the street of dreams
You gotta hold your head up high
(Ah, ah, ah, ah)
(Doors will always open for the street of dreams)
(Oh, we-oh, we-oh)
(Oh, we-oh, we-oh) We'll go down the street of dreams
(Oh, we-oh, we-oh, we-oh) Street of dreams
(Oh, we-oh, we-oh, we-oh)
