(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.
