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
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, 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
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
Jeane


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


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, Jeane


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