Ben Howard "Black Flies" Songtext

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Black Flies

Black flies on the windowsillThat we areThat we areThat we are to knowWinter stole summer's thrillAnd the river's cracked and cold

See the sky is no man's landA darkened plume to stayHope here needs a humble handNot a fox found in your place

And no man is an island, oh this I knowBut can't you see, oh?Maybe you were the ocean, when I was just a stone

Black flies on the windowsillThat we areThat we areThat we are to holdComfort came against my willAnd every story must grow old

Still I'll be a travelerA gypsy's reins to faceBut the road is wearierWith that fool found in your place

And no man is an island, oh this I knowBut can't you see, oh?Maybe you were the ocean, when I was just a stone

And no man is an island, oh this I knowBut can't you see, oh?Maybe you were the ocean, when I was just a stone

So here we are

[Instrumental]

Oh 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?

Oh 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?

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