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