Running on a sore throat and thinking to myself, can I do this song? Let's find out. I feel you, Joanna. I feel you. I was half convinced I'd waken. Satisfied enough to dream you. Happily I was mistaken. Joanna, I'll steal you. Joanna, 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, Joanna. And one day I'll steal you. Till I'm with you, then I'm with you there. Sweetly buried in your yellow hair. I need a cough drop. How did I do?