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 truth   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 truth   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