Here's Where The Story Ends
by The Sundays
From the album: Reading, Writing and Arithmetic
Duration: 03:54
Lyrics for Here's Where The Story Ends
People I know, places I go Make me feel tongue tied I can see how, people look down They're on the inside Here's where the story ends People I see, weary of me Showing my good side I can see how, people look down I'm on the outside Here's where the story ends Ohh, here's where the story ends It's 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 It's that little souvenir, of a terrible year Which makes me wonder why And it's the memories of the shed, that make me turn red Surprise, surprise, surprise Crazy I know, places I go Make me feel so tired I can see how, people look down I'm on the outside Oh, here's where the story ends Ooh, here's where the story ends It's that little souvenir, of a terrible year Which makes my eyes feel sore And whoever would've thought, the books that you brought Were all I loved you for? 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 It's 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 Here's, where the story ends Ooh, here's, where the story ends