Sundays - Here's Where The Story Ends Lyrics
People I know, places I go, make me feel tongue-tiedI can see how people look down, theyre on the insideHeres where the story endsPeople I see, weary of me showing my good sideI can see how people look downIm on the outsideHeres where the story endsOoh heres where the story endsIts that little souvenir of a terrible yearWhich makes my eyes feel soreOh I never should have said, the books that you readWere all I loved you forIts that little souvenir of a terrible yearWhich makes me wonder whyAnd its the memories of your shed that make me turn redSurprise, surprise, surpriseCrazy I know, places I goMake me feel so tiredI can see how people look downIm on the outsideOh heres where the story endsOoh heres where the story endsIts that little souvenir of a terrible yearWhich makes my eyes feel soreAnd who ever wouldve thought the books that you broughtWere all I loved you forOh the devil in me said, go down to the shedI know where I belongBut the only thing I ever really wanted to sayWas wrong, was wrong, was wrongIts that little souvenir of a colourful yearWhich makes me smile insideSo I cynically, cynically say, the world is that waySurprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surpriseHeres where the story endsOoh heres where the story ends
