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 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
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 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
"Here's Where the Story Ends" foi o segundo single lançado do álbum de estreia da banda, *Reading, Writing and Arithmetic* (1990).
A canção se tornou o grande salto de popularidade dos The Sundays, alcançando o primeiro lugar na Billboard US Modern Rock Tracks.
A versão de Tin Tin Out da música chegou ao Top 10 das paradas do Reino Unido, trazendo ainda mais visibilidade ao tema.
O sucesso da versão de Tin Tin Out ajudou os compositores a receberem o Ivor Novello Award de Melhor Canção Contemporânea.
Além de seu sucesso nas rádios, a canção tem sido citada como referência de indie‑pop dos anos 90 por sua melodia cativante e letra memorável.
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