Here's Where The Story Ends
Heres where the story ends
The Sundays

people I know, places I go
make me feel tongue-tied
I can see how people look down
theyre on the inside
heres where the story ends
people I see, weary of me
showing my good side
Im on the outside
ooh heres where the story ends
its that little souvenir of a terrible year
which makes my eyes feel sore
oh I never should have said
the books that you read
were all I loved you for
which makes me wonder why
and its the memories of your shed
that make me turn red
surprise, surprise, surprise
crazy I know, places I go
make me feel so tired
oh heres where the story ends
and who ever wouldve thought
the books that you brought
oh the devil in me said, go down to the shed
I know where I belong
but the only thing I ever really wanted to say
was wrong, was wrong, was wrong
its that little souvenir of a colourful year
which makes me smile inside
so I cynically, cynically say, the world is that way
surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise