Joanna - The Shivers

Some people worship rock stars

Others worship gods

Some people worship the work that they do And passers-by look in and give them nods

Some people make paintings

Others make their own clothes

Some people keep on making the same mistakes

I guess I’m one of those

Oh, Oh Joanna

Oh, Oh Joanna

Some people like dancing

Others like their drugs

Some people walk around searching for magazines

For their beautiful mugs

Me, I’m walking backwards

Me, I’m in a maze

Me, I keep on thinking

This is only just a phase

But it never ends and…

Oh, Oh Joanna

Oh, Oh Joanna

Sweet, Sweet Joanna

Oh, Oh Joanna

I remember London

Or Prospect Park pushing you on tire swings

I remember Coney Island

I remember everything

Oh, Oh Joanna

Oh, Oh Joanna

Heaven’s in your arms, babe

Heaven’s your front door

Heaven’s all those naps

In the afternoon

In your bedroom on the mattress on the floor

But hell is when I hurt you

Hell is the time with the knife

Hell is what I’ll go through

For the rest of my short life

And you’re moving on and…

Oh, Oh Joanna

Oh, Oh Joanna