Black Flies On The Window Seals
Black flies on the windowsill
Seals On The Window Seals
Seals On The Window Seals
Seals On The Window Seals
Seals On The Window Seals
I know man is an island
Of this I know
But can't you see
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 at home
Comfort came against my will
And every story must grow old
Still I'd be a traveler
A gypsy's reins to face
But the road is here
With that fool found in your place
I know man is an island
Of this I know
But can't you see
Or maybe you were the ocean
When I was just a stone
I know man is an island
of this I know
But can't you see
Or maybe you were the ocean
When I was just a stone
I know man is an island




For here we are
Black flies on the windowsill
That we are, that we are, that we are at home



We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.