Heres Where The Story Ends — текст песни (Sundays)

People I know, places I go, make me feel tongue-tied

I can see how people look down, theyre on the inside

Heres where the story ends

People I see, weary of me showing my good side

I can see how people look down

Im on the outside

Heres where the story ends

Ooh heres where the story ends



Its 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

Its that little souvenir of a terrible year

Which makes me wonder why

And its 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

Im on the outside

Oh heres where the story ends

Ooh heres where the story ends



Its that little souvenir of a terrible year

Which makes my eyes feel sore

And who ever wouldve 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



Its 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

Heres where the story ends

Ooh heres where the story ends