Black Flies

Black flies on the windowsill That we are That we are That we are to know Winter stole summer's thrill And the river's cracked and cold See the sky is no man's land A darkened plume to stay Hope here needs a humble hand Not a fox found in your place And no man is an island, this I know But can't you see? Oh Maybe you were the ocean when I was just a stone Black flies on the windowsill That we are That we are That we are to hold Comfort came against my will And every story must grow old Still, I'll be a traveler A gypsy's reins to face But the road is wearier With that fool found in your place And no man is an island, this I know But can't you see? Oh Maybe you were the ocean when I was just a stone No man is an island, this I know But can't you see? Maybe you were the ocean when I was just a stone So here we are And I don't wanna beg your pardon And I don't wanna ask you why But if I was to go my own way Would I have to pass you by? Oh, I don't wanna beg your pardon And I don't wanna ask you why But if I was to go my own way Would I have to pass you by? --- Black Flies - Ben Howard