(There is a house I know and it's called The Dust In My Eye, The Dust In My Eye.) 
There is a town 
I know with a street that's weird - it's 
Silent. On a street 
I go is a house with the name 
The Dust In 
My Eye. Last night 
I dreamt & it seemed so clear - you were 
There, you were there. 
Last night 
I dreamt & it seemed so clear. 
And I know that it's you. 
So I hope that it's you. 
I fear it's you, so 
I hope it's you. 
And I know that it's you. 
So I hope that it's you. 
I fear it's you, so 
I hope it's you. 
In the dusk of the day under old city walls 
I howl. And 
I call for a light and 
I howl like it's lust - only 
The drunks are out. 
And they know my name and they all like to say, 
We're Glad that you're here. 
We're glad that you're here. 
And I know that it's you. 
So I hope that it's you. 
I fear it's you, so 
I hope it's you. 
And I know that it's you. 
So I hope that it's you. 
I fear it's you, so 
I hope it's you.