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