Walking down my stairs at night
You may find inside your mind
That window at the end of the street
Mind the steps, there's someone between us

Live my Dreams
Don't you dare open That Window
Listen to the beating
Don't you dare open That Window at The End

Not even my old friend Zann who lives near
His Window at The End of The Street
Would stop playing with his shadows until
He says: Time to sleep!
Get out, let 'em speak with me!

Live my Dreams
Don't you dare open That Window
Listen to the beating
Don't you dare open That Window at The End of The Street

Can't you see
These breathing colors
Dancing all around this dreaming heart
Born of chaos
You must keep it sleeping so your Waking World does not awake
The everlasting eons of your mind

Live my Dreams
Don't you dare open That Window
Listen to the beating
Don't you dare open That Window at The End of The Street

Here! It's breathing!
Touch its breathing
Taste its breathing!
Breathe! It's breathing!

Don't you dare open That Window at The End of The Street!