(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 out 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 'Cause you're always (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 storm grows I find your face behind your helpless hands When the cracks show In your mirrored, mirrored eyes When the words come out 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 'Cause you're always (Telling me the same old story) Stories of love Stories and lies Stories of love The same old story...
