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, oh 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, oh this I know But 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 know But can't you see, oh? Maybe you were the ocean, when I was just a stone

So here we are

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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?

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?