Here's Where The Story Ends

Sundays

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

ooh 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 your 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 who ever 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