Stained glass
There's blood on the porch
I crash
In the parking lot
Well I'm drunk as a lord
Definitely not happy
But at least I try
Lord, see how I try

Out there again
Looking for love
I wish they sold it in cans
'Cause I'm far too clumsy
And I'm far too shy
And I'm not really able
But at least I try
And we all keep on trying
Untill the day we die
And we all keep on trying
Lord, don't ask us why
Lord, see how we try


(c) Kiss My Jazz
lyrics by Rudy Trouvé