The Sundays - Here's Where The Story Ends

Surprise, surprise, surprise

Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise

It's that little souvenir, of a terrible year

Was wrong, was wrong, was wrong

Here's, where the story ends

People I know, places I go

Oh the devil in me said, go down to the shed

And it's the memories of the shed, that make me turn red

Here's, where the story ends

Oh I never should have said, the books that you read

Make me feel so tired

Here's where the story ends

Make me feel tongue tied

It's that little souvenir, of a terrible year

I'm on the outside

I know where I belong

Ooh here's, where the story ends

People I see, weary of me

Showing my good side

I'm on the outside

Which makes my eyes feel sore

It's that little souvenir, of a terrible year

Which makes me wonder why

Crazy I know, places I go

I can see how people look down