Anthony:

Anthony:
I feel you, 
Johanna, 
I feel you.
I was half convinced I'd waken, 
Satisfi ed 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.