Jeane 
The low-life has lost its appeal 
And I'm tired of walking these streets 
To a room with a cupboard 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 hold a greedy grace 
As you tidy the place 
But it'll 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 


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 ... 
I think you know the [bad word] 
Jeane 


Oh ... 


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 [bad word] 
Oh ... 
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