Jeane

Jeane

The low life has lost it's appeal

And I'm tired of walkin' these streets

To a room with it's cupboards bare

Jeane

I'm not sure what happiness means

But I look in your eyes and I know

That it isn't there

Oh, we tried, and we failed

Oh, we tried, and we failed

Oh, we tried, we failed

Oh, we tried, we failed

We tried

Oh, 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?

Yet you still have that greedy grace

As you tidy the place

But it will never be clean

Jeane

We tried, and we failed

Oh, we tried, and we failed

Oh, we tried, we failed

We tried, we failed

Oh, we tried

Cash on the nail

It's just a fairytale

And I don't believe in magic anymore

Jeane

But I think you know

I really think you know

Oh, yes, I think you know the truth

Jeane

No heavenly choirs

Not for me and not for you

Because I think you know

I really think you know

I think you know the truth

Oh, Jeane

Oh, we tried, and we failed

Oh, we tried, and we failed

Oh, we tried, we failed

We tried, we failed

We tried