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

out house And all our friends the ragged crows And aching bones whining. Where are we when the twilight comes? The dark of valley and the breeze And

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

: 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

Say tomorrow and she 'll say come find me, on a beach and there will be no moon. But say today and she will kiss your face and maybe forgive. Talk of

my sweat and fingertips Our hands they seek the end of afternoon My hands believe and move over you Tonight, we're the sea and the rhythm there the waves and

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

(Feat. Calexico) Oh, the gentlemen are talking and the midnight moon is on the riverside, They're drinking up and walking and it is time for me to

on the mighty clouds of joy Building a future yo for my daughter and baby boy I moved form the hood yet the shit is still in me And your opinion is nothing