Intro - D D AAA (repeat several times)
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