Ben Howard - Black Flies Lyrics
Black flies on the windowsillThat we areThat we areThat we are to knowWinter stole summer's thrillAnd the river's cracked and coldSee the sky is no man's landA darkened plume to stayHope here needs a humble handNot a fox found in your placeNo man is an island, this I knowBut can't you see oh?Maybe you were the oceanWhen I was just a stoneBlack flies on the windowsillThat we areThat we areThat we are to holdComfort came against my willAnd every story must grow oldStill I'll be a travelerA gypsy's reins to faceBut the road is wearierWith that fool found in your placeNo man is an island, this I knowBut can't you see oh?Maybe you were the oceanWhen I was just a stoneNo man is an island, this I knowBut can't you see oh?Maybe you were the oceanWhen I was just a stoneSo here we are...And I don't wanna beg your pardonAnd I don't wanna ask you whyBut if I was to go my own wayWould I have to pass you by?And I don't wanna beg your pardonAnd I don't wanna ask you whyBut if I was to go my own wayWould I have to pass you by?
