Nelson
A brass band is playing, rehearsing it's thrills,
All half-moon and cloudy, all golden and shrill . . . 
I've got a sleep that burns . . . a sleep that burns . . .
Got a sleep that burns all night. 
I'm locked in your dark world
where hearts hold the keys,
Half-opened, enchanted, half-truth and half dreams . . . 
I've got a sleep that burns . . . a sleep that burns . . .
Got a sleep that burns all night. 
I'm sitting in a cafe in paradise . . .
Naked as a razor, I'm as loaded as a dice . . .
The waitresses all ask me for my price,
I laugh and say I'm leaving and this is only dreaming,
So hold me while I'm screaming . . . 
Now . . . ! Is the moment of truth . . .
Your youth is a mask but it's not made to last
For we all have a past to out run
when the mask comes undone
And we race on and on
through the fiery portals of hell . . . ! 
Go and tell all your friends
that you've witnessed the end
of the world in a dream . . . 
The night winds are howling . . . seducing the trees,
I wake in a cold sweat
with the sheets 'round my knees . . . 
I've got a sleep that burns . . . a sleep that burns . . .
Got a sleep that burns all night. 
I lay in the darkness with visionless eyes . . .
Exhausted and reeling . . . all heartbeats and sighs . . . 
But the sleep still burns, yes, the sleep still burns,
Got a sleep that burns all night . . .
(sleep is coming, don't you worry . . .)