Johanna

I feel you, Johanna, I feel you. I was half convinced I'd waken, Satisfied enough to dream you. Happily, I was mistaken, Johanna! I'll steal you, Johanna, I'll steal you. Do they think that walls can hide you? Even now I'm at your window. I am in the dark beside you, Buried sweetly in your yellow hair. I feel you, Johanna, And one day I'll steal you. Till I'm with you then, I'm with you there, Sweetly buried in your yellow hair.