Smiths
by:
Smiths
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 hope for ridding grace
As you tidy the place
But it will 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 fairy tale
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
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
