people I know, places I go, make me feel tongue-tied I can see how people look down, they're on the inside where the story ends people I see, weary of me showing my good side 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 should have said, the books that you read were all I loved you for it's that souvenir of a terrible year which makes me wonder why and it's the memories of your shed that make 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 oh here's where the ends ooh here's where the story ends
it's that little souvenir of a terrible year which makes eyes feel sore and who ever would've thought the books that you brought were all I loved you for the devil in me said, go down to the shed I know where I belong but the only thing I really wanted to say was wrong, was wrong, was wrong
it's that little souvenir of a colourful year which makes me smile inside 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