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 dead beats and the dispossessed
The seekers of a nightly nest
The beauty walks arm in arm
With the beast tonight

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 walk down the street of dreams
Oh, we-oh, we-oh
Ah, ah, ah

A thousand doorways open there
A thousand voices sweet and clear
Emotions felt with a passion
Never felt before

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
Ah, ah, ah

When you walk down the street of dreams
You gotta hold your head up high

Ah, ah, ah, ah

Doors will be always open for the streets of dreams
Oh, we-oh, we-oh
Oh, we-oh, we-oh
Who gonna street of dreams
Oh, we-oh, we-oh
Street of dreams
Oh, we-oh, we-oh

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Writer(s): Bryn Merrick, Christopher John Millar, David Vanian, Roman Jug