glow leaving Low night noise in the wintertime I wake beside you on the floor Counting your breathing Cause I can't see nothing in this half moon Lay
: 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
glow leaving Low night noise in the wintertime I wake beside you on the floor Counting your breathing 'Cause I can't see nothing in this half moon Lay
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 as
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
Übersetzung: 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
Through the iron winter to the fires of June Through the five o'clock skyline to the deeadlocked moon There's a flickering figure dancing alone Making
