Same Old Story

                                  Telling me the same old story 

When the storm grows 

I find your face behind your helpless hands 

When the cracks show 

In your mirrored mirrored eyes 

When the words come round So splintered and predictable again 

Then I find you 



Telling me the same old story 

Stories of love 

Stories and lies 

Stories of love 

The same old story 



Telling me the same old story 



When the day goes 

I can hear you crying out behind your paper smile 

And the light that shines 

Won't give you strength to talk to me at all 

And the sound I hear 

Is not the sound I want to hear from you 

Cos you're always 



The same old story 

Telling me the same old story 

Telling me the same old story