Oh, you are in my blood like holy wine...
Oh and you taste so bitter, but you taste so sweet...
Just before our love got lost you said:
''I am as constant as a northern star.''
And I said: "Constant in the darkness -
where's that at?
If you want me I'll be in the bar.''
Oh, Canada... oh, Leonarde...
On the back of a cartoon coaster,
in the blue TV screen light,
I drew a map of Canada.
With your face sketched on it twice.
Oh, I could drink a case of you,
I could drink a case of you, darling.
Still I'd be on my feet.
I'd 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 that you told me, you said:
''Love is touching souls.''
Surely you touched mine.
'Cause part of you pours out of me
in these lines from time to time.
Their romance ignited, flared, and exhausted itself within months.
she had a mouth like yours;
she knew your life;
she knew your devils and your deeds.
And she said:
''Go to him, stay with him if you can.
Oh, but be prepared to bleed.''