Joanna

The last thing I remember

Were the leaves in late November

The way the cracked beneath our feet

You wouldn't stand within arm's reach

You had gained so much control

And I had lost it all

With a half mast flame

Who will light it up again

Joanna

You cannot replace the demons in which she runs from

They will run for you too

But I prefer not to see

Well, you shook me inside my memories

A mile high of lava rock

You walked me inside my history

War disguised us all

What face did you need us to show?

In the policies you disclaim

This feeling inside, never again

Joanna

You cannot replace the demons in which she runs from

They will run for you too

Joanna

You cannot replace the demons in which she runs from

They'll become part of you