(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. 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.