If you can't sleep tonight and fever grips you tight
There's a place we can explore, open wide the door
We may be the haunted men and we will hold our heads up when
WE WALK ON THE STREET OF DREAMS
Dead beaten, the disposed, seekers of unlikeliness
There's a place we can explore, open wide the door
We may be the haunted men and we will hold our heads up when
WE WALK ON THE STREET OF DREAMS