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