Jane is fine always fine
Were unhappy most of the time
We dont talk we dont fight
Im just tired shes way past caring
But she says she is fine
She tells lies most of the time
What she needs I dont have
Thats not in the hand that Im holding
So we drink spanish wine
She plays country records until the morning
This is mine all of mine
She is not she is not mine
And I feel fine only when Im sleeping
Only with the t.v. on
She and I and empty wine and whisky bottles
And she write beneath crumpled sheets
She is everything I need
But she would rather be any place but here
Jane is fine always fine
Were unhappy most of the time
We dont talk we dont fight Im just tired
Shes way past caring
So we drink spanish wine we tell lies
Were killing and we feel fine
Well whats the crime?