Jeane

Jeane

The low-life has lost its appeal

And I'm tired of walking these streets

To a room with its cupboards 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 hope for reading grace

As you tidy the place

But it will 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

Cash on the nail (Huh)

It's just a fairy-tale

And I don't believe in magic anymore, Jeane

But I think you know

I really think you know

I think you know the truth, Jeane

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, 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