Tekster:
Cowboy Junkies Pale Sun Crescent Moon

know how I survived those days Before I held your hand Well, I never thought that I would be the one To admit that the moon and the sun shine So much

If I pour your cup, that is friendship If I add you milk, that is manners If I stop there, claiming ignorance of taste That is tea If I pour your cup

miles from Dakota territory Cheyenne scalp hangs from his belt Found him alone washing in the Bighorn A steady aim and he bagged his game Pale sun falls

If it ain't one thing I tell you it's always another I wonder why I started treating you like a step-brother Love is hard to explain I know my loss is

Eyed it, dried it, untied it Chilled it, spilled it, refilled it Taste it, traced it, erased it He's my post to lean on And I just cut him down So, I

As his eyes in the mirror Reduce me to flesh and bone Check under his floorboard, mama 'Cause that razor's not just a threat to me He'll be slicin' tiny crescents

t know how I survived those days Before I held your hand Well I never thought that I would be the one To admit that the moon and the sun Shine so much

My first recollection is a day in December Black iron steam engine covered in ice Like some Precambrian monster Moaning and snorting Nothing was ever

Emma's in a part of town Where she doesn't recognize the streets Named for famous native sons And out of every crevice comes creeping A threat in her