EL ESCRITORIO DEL GNOMO: Here's where the story ends

Y aquí termina la historia del año 2005, y espero que me sigan leyendo el siguiente año así como los siguientes también.

Les prometo más aventuras y más de mí.


Here's where the story ends
(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 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 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 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