Antony

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!

'Til I'm with you then,

I'm with you there...

sweetly buried in your yellow hair!