That can only mean one thing.And I don't know what that is...

Πέμπτη, 26 Ιουνίου 2008

The sundays, 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
Heres 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 your 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
Im 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 colourful 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


1 σχόλιο:

chaos-monde είπε...

pampalaio to tragoudi...ti paw kai thumamai, alla einai glukopikro ki auto...