| Song | Street Of Dreams |
| Artist | Frankie Rose |
| Album | Herein Wild |
| 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 | |
| Uuuuuu-uh-uuuuuu-uh | |
| 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 | |
| Uuuuuu-uh-uuuuuu-uh | |
| Uuuuuu-uh-uuuuuu-uh | |
| Uuuuuu-uh-uuuuuu-uh |
| 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 | |
| Uuuuuuuhuuuuuuuh | |
| 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 | |
| Uuuuuuuhuuuuuuuh | |
| Uuuuuuuhuuuuuuuh | |
| Uuuuuuuhuuuuuuuh |