Janetta

I feel you, Janetta
Softly exploding
I see you in mourning
I picture you there

I hear you, Janetta
The walls are like paper
The headlines are split
To scandalous ends

I catch you, Janetta
Your perfume uneasy
Averting your eyes
At the flash of a lens

I hear you, Janetta
The walls are like paper
The headlines are split
To scandalous ends