Black Flies – BEN HOWARD

Benjamin John Howard (born 24 April 1987) is a British singer-songwriter, musician and composer. He self-released his debut EP Games in the Dark (2008) followed by two more EPs, These Waters (2009) and Old Pine (2010). He is currently signed to Island Records. His debut studio album came in 2011 titled Every Kingdom followed by two more EP releases, Ben Howard Live (2011) and The Burgh Island E.P. (2012).

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, this I knowBut can’t you see? 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 No man is an island, this I know But can’t you see? Maybe you were the ocean when I was just a stone No man is an island, this I know But can’t you see? Maybe you were the ocean when I was just a stone 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? 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?