Telling me the same old story nWhen the storm grows nI find your face behind your helpless hands nWhen the cracks show nIn your mirrored mirrored eyes nWhen the words come round So splintered and predictable again nThen I find you nnTelling me the same old story nStories of love nStories and lies nStories of love nThe same old story nnTelling me the same old story nnWhen the day goes nI can hear you crying out behind your paper smile nAnd the light that shines nWon't give you strength to talk to me at all nAnd the sound I hear nIs not the sound I want to hear from you nCos you're always nnThe same old story nTelling me the same old story nTelling me the same old story