The Sundays - Here's Where The Story Ends

"Here's Where The Story Ends" is a song by The Sundays, released in 1990 as part of their debut album, "Reading, Writing and Arithmetic." The song showcases the band's signature jangly guitar sound, reflective lyrics, and the ethereal vocals of lead singer Harriet Wheeler.

The track stands out for its introspective and melancholic vibe, exploring themes of nostalgia, love, and the passage of time. It captures a sense of yearning and vulnerability, which resonated with listeners at the time and continues to do so today.

The Sundays formed in 1988 in the United Kingdom and quickly gained traction with their blend of alternative rock and dream pop. "Here's Where The Story Ends" became one of their most popular songs, helping them secure a place in the early 90s alternative music scene. The song received significant airplay on college radio and was well-received by critics, contributing to the band’s enduring legacy in the genre.

Despite their success, The Sundays didn't release a large number of albums; they followed up with "Blind" in 1992 and "Static and Silence" in 1997, but disbanded soon after. The band's sound and Wheeler's distinctive voice have influenced many artists in the indie and alternative genres over the years, ensuring that "Here's Where The Story Ends" remains a beloved classic.

The Sundays - Here's Where The Story Ends Lyrics

… People I know, places I go, make me feel tongue-tied
And 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
And I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside

… Here's where the story ends
Oh, 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
And 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 whoever would've thought, the books that you bought 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"

… Here's where the story ends
Ooh, here's where the story ends