โหลดเพลง mp3 Here's Where the Story Ends - The Sundays

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