Jeane

Jeane
The Lowlife Has Lost Its Appeal
And Im Tired Of Walking These Streets
To A Room With Its Cupboard Bare
Jeane
Im Not Sure What Happiness Means
But I Look In Your Eyes
And I Know That It Isnt There
We Tried, We Failed
We Tried And We Failed
Jeane
Theres Ice On The Sink Where We Bath
So How Can You Call This Home
When You Know Its A Grave
But You Still Hope For Ridding grace
As You Tidy The Place
But It Will Never Be Clean, Jeane
We Tried, We Failed
We Tried And We Failed
Cash On The Nail
Its Just A Fairy Tale
And I Dont Believe In Magic Anymore, Jeane
But I Think You Know
I Really Think You Know
I Think You Know The Truth
Jeane
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 Truth
Jeane
We Tried, We Failed
We Tried And We Failed
Oh Jeane