End Title: Film Noir

Joan, you are a secret to be told

You're an angel from hell

And you're calling my name

Don't you put me on hold

Joan, I'd rather live my life

I can't get enough of you

Even when you put me down

Joan, last night my bed was so cold

I waited for you in the dark

You did find another heart to spoil

It's what I've been told

Joan, I can't rely on you

You want so much to be loved

Under your control I can give it all to you

Joan, one day you'll realize

That gold can turn to shit

All the words that you spit

Are never gonna stay

Joan, you're the black hole of one's hope

I won't hang on a rope

I will get so far, so far

From this Film Noir