ANTHONY:
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
I’ll steal you, Johanna
I’ll steal you
Do they think that walls could 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!
Til I’m with you then
I’m with you there
Sweetly buried in your yellow hair!