Oh, what's this? It looks like a letter, but it's so formal looking
It's an invitation to a party for Olympia Caligar
Oh, this must be Professor Caligari's daughter, Olympia, she must be the one I keep seeing in the upstairs window
She's going to sing and she's going to play the piano

Beautiful Dreamer, please sleep with me
Bask on a blanket of slumber so sweet
Welcome a world that never decays and opens to ultimate love everyday
Beautiful Dreamer, king of my song
Pursue my passion with limitless need deep in a dream that's lovely and long
Beautiful Dreamer, won't you sleep with me
Beautiful Dreamer, won't you sleep with us?
Beautiful Dreamer, won't you sleep with us tonight?
Beautiful Dreamer, won't you sleep with us?
Beautiful Dreamer, won't you sleep with us tonight?
Beautiful Dreamer, won't you sleep with us?

Her eyes, her eyes seem to have this power
When I look into them it's almost like I can hear her thoughts
I can hear her thoughts and they're singing, it's the most beautiful voice in the world

Let the trees bend with the breeze
Let the waves defend the seas
Let our love appreciate that life is only borrowed
Let the lame have their disease
Let the truth have Socrates
Let our love become the grease that slides away from sorrow
Let the humble have their knees
Let the pinnacles be pleased
Let our love become the seeds that turn into tomorrow
I guess even the Sandman must feel some kind of love
I'll bet it must be his children, the Sandman probably really loves his children

Love is the feeling you get
Dropping eyeballs into the mouths of hungry children
Starving children raise emotions like rain raises weeds
Starving children feed the souls of those that heed their needs
Starving children apply pressure on a parent's mind
Starving children create pleasure when they eat their eyes

Love is a skeleton key unlocking a small room filled with darkness and hope