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

And no man is an island, oh this I know
But can´t you see, oh?
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 traveler
A gypsy´s reins to face
But the road is wearier
With that fool found in your place

And no man is an island, oh this I know
But can´t you see, oh?
Maybe you were the ocean, when I was just a stone
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So here we are...

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?
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