I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I used to be frightened by the devil
And drawn to those who weren't afraid
Remember when you told me
That love was touching souls?
Well, surely you touched mine
Part of you pours out of me from time to time in these lines
You are in my blood like holy wine
You are so bitter and so sweet
I could drink a case of you darling
And still be on my feet
Still be on my feet