The Sundays

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
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
& 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
& 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 colorful 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