Jane is fine always fine
We're unhappy most of the time
We don't talk we don't fight

I'm just tired she's way past caring
But she says she is fine
She tells lies most of the time

What she needs I don't have
That's not in the hand that I'm 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 I'm 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
We're unhappy most of the time
We don't talk we don't fight I'm just tired

She's way past caring
So we drink spanish wine we tell lies
We're killing and we feel fine

Well what's the crime?