Just before our love got lost you said I am as constant as the northern star And I said, constantly in the darkness Where's that at? If you want me I'll be in the bar On the back of a cotton coaster In the blue t.v. screen light I drew a map of canada Oh canada With your face sketched on it twice
In my blood like holy wine You taste so bitter and so sweet Well, I could drink a case of you, darling And I would still be on my feet I would still be on my feet
Oh I am a lonely painter I live in a box of paints I'm frightened by the devil And I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid I remember that time you told me Love is touching souls Surely you touched mine 'cause part of you pours out of me In these lines from time to time
My blood My holy wine Tastes so bitter and so sweet Well I could drink a case of you, darling And I would still be on my feet I would still be on my feet
I met a woman She had a mouth like yours She knew your devils and your deeds And she said, go to him, stay with him But be prepared to bleed
My blood My holy wine Tastes so bitter and so sweet Well I could drink a case of you, darling And I would still be on my feet I would still be on my feet
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