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