OUR ENDLESS NUMBERED DAYS BONUS 7”
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

tomcat curled 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

blue bird laughs on a fallen tree
sunset burns on a quiet sea
sold my soul and they ran me down
there was no moon, there’ll be no milk as sweet