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