| Song | The Story Ends |
| Artist | Clan of Xymox |
| Album | Hidden Faces |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Mooring | |
| Nothing feels right today | |
| All what's left is nothing left to say | |
| Each word seems so cold | |
| And all stories seem told | |
| How did it come this far? | |
| Is this the way, the way things are? | |
| Here's where the story fails | |
| How did it come this far? | |
| Here's where the picture pales | |
| Is this the way things are? | |
| No, I've never found the place | |
| To charm your chill, to wrap you in | |
| Whatever the books may say | |
| You get only what's on your way | |
| Beyond our words we crave for more | |
| Another road, another open door | |
| Here is where my life begins | |
| Leaving this world of sense | |
| Here is where fiction begins | |
| Here is where nothing stands... still | |
| When silence comes in, and creeps underneath the skin | |
| If the lost word is lost and the spent word is spent | |
| This is the time, this is the place where the story ends | |
| Where the story ends | |
| Where the story ends |
| zuo ci : Mooring | |
| Nothing feels right today | |
| All what' s left is nothing left to say | |
| Each word seems so cold | |
| And all stories seem told | |
| How did it come this far? | |
| Is this the way, the way things are? | |
| Here' s where the story fails | |
| How did it come this far? | |
| Here' s where the picture pales | |
| Is this the way things are? | |
| No, I' ve never found the place | |
| To charm your chill, to wrap you in | |
| Whatever the books may say | |
| You get only what' s on your way | |
| Beyond our words we crave for more | |
| Another road, another open door | |
| Here is where my life begins | |
| Leaving this world of sense | |
| Here is where fiction begins | |
| Here is where nothing stands... still | |
| When silence comes in, and creeps underneath the skin | |
| If the lost word is lost and the spent word is spent | |
| This is the time, this is the place where the story ends | |
| Where the story ends | |
| Where the story ends |
| zuò cí : Mooring | |
| Nothing feels right today | |
| All what' s left is nothing left to say | |
| Each word seems so cold | |
| And all stories seem told | |
| How did it come this far? | |
| Is this the way, the way things are? | |
| Here' s where the story fails | |
| How did it come this far? | |
| Here' s where the picture pales | |
| Is this the way things are? | |
| No, I' ve never found the place | |
| To charm your chill, to wrap you in | |
| Whatever the books may say | |
| You get only what' s on your way | |
| Beyond our words we crave for more | |
| Another road, another open door | |
| Here is where my life begins | |
| Leaving this world of sense | |
| Here is where fiction begins | |
| Here is where nothing stands... still | |
| When silence comes in, and creeps underneath the skin | |
| If the lost word is lost and the spent word is spent | |
| This is the time, this is the place where the story ends | |
| Where the story ends | |
| Where the story ends |