I feel you, Johanna
I feel 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,
And are you beautiful and pale, with yellow hair, like her?
I'd want you beautiful and pale, the way I've dreamed you were,
And if you're beautiful, what then, with yellow hair, like wheat
I think we shall not meet again my little dove, my sweet
Johanna (I'll steal you, Johanna)
You're gone, and yet you're mine
I'm fine, Johanna, I'm fine (Johanna)
Smoke! Smoke! Sign of the devil, sign of the devil, city on fire!
Witch! Witch! Smell it sir, an evil smell, every night at the Vespers' bell, smoke that comes from the mouth of hell,
city on fire, city on fire
Mischief, mischief! Mischief!
And if I never hear your voice, my turtle-dove, my dear
I still have reason to rejoice the way ahead is clear
(I feel you Johanna,)
And in that darkeness when I'm blind with what I can't forget
It's always morning in my mind, my little lamb, my pet
You stay, Johanna
The way I dreamed you were
Oh look, Johanna, a star
(Buried sweetly in your yellow hair)
A shooting star
There, there! Somebody somebody, look up there, didn't I tell you, smell that air, city on fire!
Quick, Sir, run and tell! Go on 'a Mole little ratchet spell, there it is, there it is, the unholy smell, tell it to the
beadly and police as well, tell 'em, tell 'em, help, fiend!
city on fire
city on fire
And though I'll think of you, I guess, until the day I die,
I think I miss you less and less as everyday goes by Johanna
And you'd be beautiful and pale and look too much like her
If only angels could prevail we'd be the way we were
(I feel you, Johanna)
Wake up, Johanna!
Another bright red day
We learn Johanna, to say
(I'll steal you)
[Thanks to Krista for lyrics]
[Thanks to Kenya, Kayla, Ema for corrections]