Jeane

Jeane
The lowlife 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 is
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 it’s a grave
But you still hope for greedy grace
As you tidy the place
But it will never be clean, Jeane
No heavenly choirs
Not for me and not for you
'Cause I think you know
I really think you know
I think you know the truth, Jeane
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried
Cash on the nail
It’s just a fairy tale
And I don’t believe in magic anymore, Jeane
'Cause I think you know
I really think you know
Oh, you know the truth, Jeane
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried
Oh, Jeane