The last thing I remember Were the leaves in late November The way they 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 your too But I prefer not to see Well it 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 your too Joanna You cannot replace the demons in which she runs from They'll become part of you