F       Am 
Black flies on the windowsill 

That we are 

That we are 

               F 
That we are to know 
        Am 
Winter stole summer's thrill 
                     F 
And the river's cracked and cold 

F       Am 
See the sky is no man's land 
        F 
A darkened plume to stay 
        Am 
Hope here needs a humble hand 
        F 
Not a fox found in your place 

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

F       Am 
Black flies on the windowsill 

That we are 

That we are      
                     F 
That we are to hold 
        Am 
Comfort came against my will 
        F 
And every story must grow old 

        Am 
Still I'll be a traveller 
        F 
A gypsy's reins to face 
        Am 
But the road is wearier 
        F 
With that fool found in your place 

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

F
So here we are

( Am  F  Am )
( F  Am  F )

Am      G 
And I don't wanna beg your pardon 
        F 
And I don't wanna ask you why 

But if I was to go my own way 

Would I have to pass you by?