Here's Where the Story Ends - 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

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 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