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?