Paul Sinwill - Johanna's Calls

Hear the voice you're calling me
In my forgotten dreams
Hear the knocks on the door of my mind
And I sense the footsteps creeping from behind

Screams of twisted, deranged anger during breaks in a hall
We sang the words to sad melodies of feelings taken for granted

You were lying in my arms with your hair so blonde
Gallantly with no compassion to Johanna's calls
Should've whistled a lullaby for you to fall asleep
But in fact I was sleeping too, whistling could make me break away

I thought she had everything she needs
But now she's looting my memories
Yet in the crowd of enemies
She remains the quiet one
Seems immaculately frightful of the things she has done
Seems immaculately frightful of the looks she will receive

When we meet she looks as if she wanted to murder
But I can't be quite sure what she means

Hear the voice you're calling me in my forgotten dreams
Hear the knocks on the door of my mind
And I sense the footsteps creeping from behind

Now her voice doesn't matter to me
Ignore the gossip you hear on streets
People often speak of the devil
But matter always slips their head

You were lying in my arms with your hair so blonde
Gallantly with no compassion to Johanna's calls
Should've whistled a lullaby for you to fall asleep
But in fact I was sleeping too, whistling could make me break away