I remember the first time,
The streets had she their hollow glow.
We used to think we were invincible,
And never dreamt of growing old.
And one of these days ine the stillness,
One of these days you will know
There must be something more to this than meets the 
eye.
There must be something else to get us through the 
night.
There must be something more to this than meets the 
eye.
There must be something else.
No more voices in the bedroom.
No more footsteps down the hall.
The summer's long where the suicides hang.
In Barton Street, the shadow falls.
And one of these days in the half light.
One of these days you'll see it all.
There must be something more to this than meets the 
eye.
There must be something else to get us through the 
night.
There must be something more to this than meets the 
eye.
There must be something else.
So sad to see you,
So sad to call.
So sad to see you,
Let it fall, so let it go.
There must be something more to this than meets the 
eye.
There must be something else to get us through the 
night.
There must be something more to this than meets the 
eye.
There must be something else.