last night..

Last night i dreamed we hung out.
and you weren't mad at me anymore.
i think we had tea.

"Jeanne" by the Smiths

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

Jeanne
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, Jeanne
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
Jeanne


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
Jeanne


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


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, Jeanne


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