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 and we failed 
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 its 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 
We tried... 

Gash on the nail 
Its 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 no not for you
Because I think you know 
I really think you know 
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...