Testi:
Cowboy Junkies Crescent Moon

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

As his eyes in the mirror Reduce me to flesh and bone Check under his floorboards, Mama, 'cause that razor's not just a threat to me He'll be slicing tiny crescents

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

Haven't seen the sun for seven days November's got her nails dug in deep Haven't seen my son for seven years And the chances are we'll never again meet

She placed her ring on the sill, Dishes piled high She's on the front porch step And the air smells like snow She's thinking of the siege to come And

Raise a white sail if you love me A black sail if you don't Seal me up in an impregnable tower Or surround me with an impassable moat I've heard all

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

Reach a hand to the crescent moon Grab hold of the hollow If she sits in the palm of the left That moon will be fuller tomorrow If she sits in the palm

She placed her ring on the sill, dishes piled high She's on the front porch step and the air smells like snow She's thinking of the siege to come And