Jeane - Sandie Shaw

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