Lyrics Black Flies - Ben Howard
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
Oh,
this
I
know
But
can't
you
see,
oh?
Or
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
traveller
A
gypsy's
reins
to
face
But
the
road
is
wearier
With
that
fool
found
in
your
place
No
man
is
an
island
Oh,
this
I
know
But
can't
you
see,
oh?
Or
maybe
you
were
the
ocean
When
I
was
just
a
stone
No
man
is
an
island
Oh,
this
I
know
But
can't
you
see,
oh?
Or
maybe
you
were
the
ocean
When
I
was
just
a
stone
So
here
we
are
Ooh,
ooh
Ooh,
ooh
Ooh,
ooh
Ooh,
ooh
Ooh,
ooh
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?
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?
Ooh,
ooh
Ooh,
ooh
Ooh,
ooh
Ooh,
ooh
Ooh,
ooh
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