Here’s Where the Story Ends Songtext
von The 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
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 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 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