Aint it just like the night, to play tricks when you're trying to be so
quiet.
And we sit here stranded, but we're all doing our best to deny it.
And Louise, holds a handful of rain, tempting you to defy it.
Lights flicker, from the opposite loft.
In this room, the heat pipes just cough.
The country music station, plays soft but there's nothing, really nothing
to turn off.
Just Louise, and her lover so intwined.
And these visions, of Johanna have conquered my mind.