The Smiths

The Smiths - Jeane

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus 1]
We tried, we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried

[Verse 2]
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