Tekster: Iron & Wine. Around the Well. 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 (sweet)

Tongue-tied girl 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 (sweet)


Bluebird laughs on a fallen tree
Sunset burns on a quiet sea
Sold my soul and ran me down
There was no moon, there'll be no milk as sweet (sweet)