"Here's Where the Story Ends" is a song by English alternative rock band The Sundays, released as the second single from their debut album Reading, Writing, and Arithmetic.

Although it was the Sundays' biggest hit internationally, topping the U.S. Modern Rock Tracks chart for one week, the track was never released as a single in the group's native United Kingdom due to the collapse of the Rough Trade Records label. Nonetheless it achieved no. 36 placing in John Peel's Festive Fifty for 1990.

Many artists have covered this song, including Chinese star Faye Wong as "Being Criminal" on Ingratiate Oneself in 1994, and Tin Tin Out who reached number seven in the UK Singles Chart in 1998,^[1] as well as #15 on the U.S. Hot Dance Music/Club Play chart.

Tin Tin Out's cover version also earned the song the 1999 Ivor Novello Award for "Best Contemporary Song".^[2]

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 Comment: Goodbye childhood. Hello raging hormones! Goodbye darkness.

Infatuation with a young literary type. Perhaps a writer or even a songwriter...? An older professorial type? Tweed suits with elbow patches, vests, pipes stuffed with aromatic tobaccos...? The Ted Hughes-Sylvia Plath trip...? An abusive relationship? Psychologically abusive.

Don't think the female protagonist was "taken to the woodshed" in the punishment sense. But rather in the erotic sense.

And the "little souvenir"? Could be anything from a locket or some other keepsake, to a book of poetry given as a gift, an impressive passionate  love letter or...even a child. Don't smirk. It happens. More often than upright uptight bourgeoise suburbanite flakes & snobs would care to admit.

Anyway, although this fast upbeat-sounding song deals with what's described as a "terrible year," it appears what doesn't utterly destroy one makes one fit to continue in this endlessly baffling Darwinian universe.

We grow up. We pretend to become sophisticated adults when we're really just poor players playing our parts doing our best & sometimes our worst.

And so...this is how the story ends:

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...

Hold your own, sister. Never surrender. Unless you feel its right. (If you get my meaning...)

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

--song written by David Gavurin and Harriet Wheeler.