I Like Songs I Can Relate To

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.

No man is an island, this I know
Can't you see
Maybe you were the ocean
While 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 wearied
With that fool found in your place.

No man is an island, this I know
Can't you see?
Maybe you were the ocean
While I was just a stone.
No man is an island, this I know
Can't you see?
Maybe you were the ocean
While I was just a stone.
So here we are...

And I don't want to beg your pardon
And I don't want to ask you why
If I were to go my own way
Would I have to pass you by?

And I don't want to beg your pardon
And I don't want to ask you why
If I were to go my own way
Would I have to pass you by?

[b]Black Flies[/b]
Ben Howard