Black flies on the window sill
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


No man is an island, this I know
But can't you see?
Maybe you were the ocean when I was just a stone


Black flies on the window sill
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 traveller

A gypsy's reins to face
But the road is wearier
With that fool found in your place


No man is an island, this I know
But can't you see?

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 dont want to beg your pardon

And i dont want to ask you why
Well if i was to go my own way
Would i have to pass you by?


And i dont want to beg your pardon
And i dont want to ask you why

Well if i was to go my own way
Would i have to pass you by?