Jeane - The Smiths

Jeane

The low-life has lost its appeal
And I'm tired of walking these streets
To a room with a cupboard bare

Jeane

I'm not sure what happiness means
But I look in your eyes
And I know

That it isn't there

We tried we failed
We tried and we failed

We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried

Jeane

There's ice on the sink where we bathe
So how can you call this a home

When you know it's a grave
But you still hold a greedy grace

As you tidy the place

But it'll never be clean
Jeane

We tried we failed

We tried and we failed

We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried

Cash on the nail

It's just a fairytale

And I don't believe in magic anymore

But I think you know

I really think you know

I think you know the truth
Jeane

Oh

No heavenly choir
Not for me and not for you

Because I think that you know

I really think you know

I think you know the truth
Jeane

That we tried and we failed
That we tried and we failed

We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
Oh
Jeane