Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ben Howard
Ben Howard
Vocals
Chris Bond
Chris Bond
Drums
India Bourne
India Bourne
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ben Howard
Ben Howard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Bond
Chris Bond
Producer
Andrew Bond
Andrew Bond
Assistant Producer
Mike Crossey
Mike Crossey
Mixing Engineer
Jonathan Gilmore
Jonathan Gilmore
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Robin Schmidt
Robin Schmidt
Mastering Engineer
Darren Lawson
Darren Lawson
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
No man is an island, of this I know
But can you see, or
Or maybe you were the ocean
When I was just a stone
[Verse 4]
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
[Verse 5]
Still I'll be a traveler
A gypsy's reins to face
But the road is wearier
With that fool found in your place
[Verse 6]
No man is an island, of this I know
But can't you see, or
Or maybe you were the ocean
When I was just a stone
[Verse 7]
No man is an island, of this I know
But can't you see, or
Or maybe you were the ocean
When I was just a stone
[Verse 8]
So here we are
[Verse 9]
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?
[Verse 10]
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?
Written by: Ben Howard
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