Jeane
Jeane,the low life has lost its appealAnd I'm tired of walking these streetsto a room with its cupboards bare
Jeane,I'm not sure what happiness meansBut I look in your eyes and I knowthat it isn't there
We tried, we failedWe tried and we failedWe tried and we failedWe tried and we failed
Jeane,there is ice on the sink where we batheSo how can you call this a homewhen you know it's a graveBut you still hold that greedy graceas you tidy the placeBut it will never be clean
Jeane,we tried, we failedWe tried and we failedWe tried and we failedWe tried and we failed
Cash on the nailIt's just a fairytaleAnd I don't believe in magic anymoreBut I think you knowI really think you knowI think you know the truth
Jeane,no heavenly choirs, not for me and not for youBecause I think that you knowI really think you knowI think you know the truth,
Jeane,that we tried and we failedThat we tried and we failedWe tried and we failedWe tried and we failed