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.