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?
