Alan Silson - Street of Dreams

You can cross my palm with silver Cross my palm with gold But you'll never find my secret My secret can't be sold You can bide away the hours Reading sleazy magazines But the answer to your question Lies beyond your wildest dreams Back on the street of dreams (Back on the street of dreams) Back on the street of dreams (Back on the street of dreams) Back on the street of dreams (Back on the street of dreams) Back on the street of dreams And love remains a stranger Trapped behind closed doors And you want it to be closer Oh, you want it so much more You can cry yourself a river Cry an endless stream But you can only find a peace of mind Where the wind blows wild and free Back on the street of dreams (Back on the street of dreams) Back on the street of dreams (Back on the street of dreams) Back on the street of dreams (Back on the street of dreams) Back on the street of dreams Back on the street of dreams (Back on the street of dreams) Back on the street of dreams (Back on the street of dreams) Back on the street of dreams (Back on the street of dreams) Back on the street of dreams Back on the street of dreams (Back on the street of dreams) Back on the street of dreams (Back on the street of dreams) Back on the street of dreams (Back on the street of dreams) Back on the street of dreams (Back on the street of dreams) Back on the street of dreams (Back on the street of dreams) Back on the street of dreams