Jeane — текст песни (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





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 ...

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

Oh ...

Jeane





That we tried, and we failed

That we tried, and we failed

We tried and we failed

We tried and we failed

Oh ...

Oh ...

Jeane