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It feels like this, as I walk the streets and I stalk the leaves on my way home,
Look down at my shoes, to see how I move,
And itâs always wrong, itâs always wrong,
But I canât go back.
I canât go back,
I canât go back to her sheâll see, sheâll see the way I look, Iâve looked,
Iâll always look through my eyes, through my heart but not my sense,
I seem to lose, but not when I choose,
And itâs always wrong, itâs always wrong,
But second source, in the middle of the night,
Allâs easy but not with this girl,
Joanna sits on the wall,
Smiling and laughing and asking for more,
Sheâs won the battle, but now comes the fear,
Itâs over; itâs over, just as I came near,
It feels like this, as I walk the streets and I stalk the leaves on my way home,
The house is so near, but oceans from here,
And itâs always wrong, itâs always wrong,
But summer air, when hands are a âtangled,
You think that youâve won all the world.
Joanna sits on the wall,
Smiling and laughing and asking for more,
Sheâs won the battle, but now comes the fear,
Itâs over; itâs over, just as I came near,
But second source, in the middle of the night,
It feels like this,
It feels like this,
My eyes will take a tear from you,
My heart will take a beat, or two,
My feet will take me back to you tonight, they always do,
Joanna sits on the wall,
Smiling and laughing and asking for more,
Sheâs won the battle, but now comes the fear,
Itâs over; itâs over, just as I came near,
Your eyes arenât blue, but I still see seas within.