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're in my blood like holy wine... you're so bitter and so sweet
I could drink a case of you darling
and still be on my feet... still be on my feet
©1972 Crazy Crow Music