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