”Here’s where the story ends” (versuri/lyrics) Melodie de: 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 the 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 […]
sept. 132026