Our shirts were black
We'd always stand in the schoolyard corner and swap
deeply disappointed looks
And whenever we were sad
And we were sad pretty often
We'd go to your place
And there we'd listen to the Smiths
Our nights were lonely
Our hearts were heavy
There was nobody who could or wanted to understand us
And so we grew closer
And whenever we were sad
And we were sad pretty often
I'd take you in my arms
And then we'd listen to the Smiths
Sometimes The Cure or New Order too
But mostly the Smiths