Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet? We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it. And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' 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 entwined. And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind.
Louise, she's all right, she's just near. She's delicate and seems like the mirror, but she just makes it all too concise and too clear that johanna's not here. The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place.
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain
