The low-life has lost its appeal
G,A5,B5,A5
To a room with a cupboard bare
But I look in your eyes
And I know
That it isn't there
We tried, we failed
We tried and we failed
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
But it'll never be clean
Jeane
We tried, we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried
Cash on the nail
It's just a fairytale
And I don't believe in magic anymore
Jeane
But I 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 think you know the truth
Jeane
That we tried and we failed
That we tried and we failed
Oh
Jeane
