Текст песни «Sundays - Here's Where The Story Ends»

people I know, places I go
make me feel tongue-tied
and I could see how people look down
they're on the inside

here's where the story ends

people I see, [wary/weary] of me
showing my good side
and I could 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 ['round/red]
surprise, surprise, surprise

[crazy/lazy] I know, places I go
make me feel so tired
and 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/well it's] that way
surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise

here's where the story ends
ooh here's where the story ends