The Smiths - Jeane

JEANE (Morrissey and Marr) Jeane the low-life has lost its appeal and I'm tired of walking these streets to a room with its 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 Jeane 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