Jeane



Jeane

The Lowlife Has Lost Its Appeal

And IÕm Tired Of Walking These Streets

To A Room With Its Cupboard Bare

Jeane

IÕm Not Sure What Happiness Means

But I Look In Your Eyes

And I Know That It IsnÕt There

We Tried, We Failed

We Tried And We Failed

Jeane

ThereÕs Ice On The Sink Where We Bath

So How Can You Call This Home

When You Know ItÕs A Grave

But You Still Hope For Ridding grace

As You Tidy The Place

But It Will Never Be Clean, Jeane

We Tried, We Failed

We Tried And We Failed

Cash On The Nail

ItÕs Just A Fairy Tale

And I DonÕt Believe In Magic Anymore, Jeane

But I Think You Know

I Really 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 Really Think You Know

I Think You Know The Truth

Jeane

We Tried, We Failed

We Tried And We Failed

Oh Jeane





Thanks to The MorriÕZine for the lyrics -- Suedehead