I remember the first time,
The streets had she their hollow glow,
We used to think invincible,
And never dreamt of growing old.
And one of these days in 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 t call,
So sad to see you,
Lit 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.