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
Traduction: Iron And Wine. Pas de lune.
: 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
thy empty stare The overcast sky consoling me, The fortitude within my grasp I think to myself I'm the sad clown; Smiling reluctantly, but crying behind the iron