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 
Oh ... 
That it isn't there


Oh, we tried, and we failed 
Oh, 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 ? 


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 
And 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 ... 
Oh yes, I think you know the truth 
Jeane 


Oh ... 


No heavenly choirs 
Not for me and not for you 
Because I think you know 
I really think you know 
Oh ... 
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