ANTHONY: 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 [dialogue] I'll steal you, Johanna I'll steal you Do they think that walls could 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!