JEANE (SHAW) — The Smiths

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

Jeane I'm not sure what happiness means But I look in your eyes And I know Oh ... That it isn't there

Oh, we tried, and we failed Oh, we tried, and we failed We tried and we failed We tried and we failed We tried

Oh, 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 ?

Yet you still have that greedy grace As you tidy the place But it will never be clean Jeane

We tried and we failed We tried, and we failed We tried and we failed We tried and we failed And we tried

Oh ... Cash on the nail It's just a fairytale Oh ... And I don't believe in magic anymore Jeane

But I think you know I really think you know Oh ... Oh yes, I think you know the truth Jeane

Oh ...

No heavenly choirs Not for me and not for you Because I think you know I really think you know Oh ... I think you know the truth Oh, Jeane

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