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!