I feel you, Joana, I feel you I was half-convinced I'd waken, satisfied enough to dream you Happily, I was mistaken Joana, I'll steal you Joana, 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, Joana And one day I'll steal you Till I'm with you, then I'm with you there Buried sweetly in your yellow hair Buried sweetly in your yellow hair
