Here's Where The Story Ends - The Sundays (1990)

People I know, places I go, make me feel tongue-tied
And 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
And I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside

Here's where the story ends
Oh, 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
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 whoever would've thought, the books that you bought
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"

Here's where the story ends
Ooh, here's where the story ends