Welcome, walk this way
The tour has just begun
Come and gaze upon the stories on these walls
For inside each golden frame
Is a life that lays undone
So listen now as destiny recalls
Maggie walks the streets
She's down to her last dime
Now she can't even get what she deserves
She's eighteen and a mom
Already out of time
She prays to empty skies the saints preserve
And the sands of time are falling
Stories swept away upon the streams
And the souls inside are calling
From the portraits here within the hall of dreams
Thomas lives inside
Any bottle he can find
And his memories are drowned beneath a haze
In a prison without keys
He wears his troubled mind
Like shackles made of all his better days
And the sands of time are falling
Stories swept away upon the streams
And the souls inside are calling
From the portraits here within the hall of dreams
Edward lies alone
Waitin' for the final call
The lustre of his gold is fading fast
He had fortune, he had fame
He almost had it all
Even love, but he just couldn't make it last
And the sands of time are falling
Stories swept away upon the streams
And the souls inside are calling
From the portraits here within the hall of dreams
Yes, the souls inside are calling
From the portraits here within the hall of dreams
Within the hall of dreams
Within the hall of dreams