If you can't sleep tonight And if a fever grips you tight Theres a place we can explore Open wide the door... We may be the haunted men But we will hold our heads up high When we're walking down the street of dreams
The dead beats and the dispossessed The seekers of unlikeliness The beauty walk on and on With the beast tonight
Down the street of dreams We walk down the street of dreams
A thousand doorways open there A thousand voices sweet and clear Emotions felt with a passion Never felt before
When you walk down the street of dreams You gotta hold your head up highTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
