Tekster: Iron And Wine. No Moon.

Black dog bit through the keeper?s chain
Small and angry when the Devil came
Sold my soul like a pocket knife
There was no moon, there?ll be no milk as sweet

Tomcat curled on a rabbit cage
Brittle fingers in the potter?s clay
Sold my soul and I laid her down
There was no moon, there?ll be no milk as sweet

Blue bird laughs on a fallen tree
Sunset burns on a quiet sea
Sold my soul and they ran me down
There was no moon, there?ll be no milk as sweet