Ben Howard - Black Flies (Nixon Remix) | Текст песни

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• Black Flies (Nixon Remix)

Black flies on the windowsill[x2]
That we are[x2]
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

So here we are