I often dream of you showing up late with your eyes wide open No one stares in the dark of the room, and the walls don't listen I always thought you'd look like the real thing, in the light wide open And your eyes are leading me on, but i can't see right through you. The Big One seems to be right on time, and the night moves over us. I often dream of you showing up late, when the night's wide open My hands slide over the back of your jeans, while the walls they tremble I wonder if you'll still be around, when the ground is wide open And your eyes are leading me on, but i can't see through you. The Big One seems to be coming up fast, and the night moves over us. Have you got something to say before i turn the lights on? Now the Big One is coming up fast, how do we make it through this? Have you got something to say before i turn the lights on? The Big One seems to be right on time, and the night moves over us.