I always thought you'd look like the real thing in the light wide open

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 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.