Lletres: Brian Kennedy. Won't You Take Me Home. A Case Of You.

Just before our love got lost
You said I am 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 cartoon coaster
In the blue t.v. screen light
I drew a map of Canada
With your face sketched on it twice

You?re in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet
Oh, I could drink a case of you
I would still be on my feet
I would still be on my feet

I?m a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I?m frightened by the devil
And I?m drawn to those who ain?t afraid

I remember the time you told me,
You said love is touching souls
Well surely you touched mine

Cause part of you pours out of me
And these limes from time to time

You?re in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet
Oh, I could drink a case of you
I would still be on my feet
I would still be on my feet

Ladadadada
Ladaddadada

I met a woman
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
But be prepared to bleed

Your in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet
Oh, I could drink a case of you, darlin
And I would still be on my feet
I would still be on my feet