Ben Howard - Black Flies

not sure if this is correct but here goes .

verse one
F Am
black flies on the windowsill

that we are

that we are

F
that we are to know
Am
winter stole summer’s thrill
F
and the river’s cracked and cold

F Am
see the sky is no man’s land
F
a darkened plume to stay
Am
hope here needs a humble hand
F
not a fox found in your place

chorus

Am G F
and no man is an island , oh this i know
Am
but can’t you see , oh?
G F
maybe you were the ocean , when i was just a stone

verse two

F Am
black flies on the windowsill

that we are

that we are
F
that we are to hold
Am
comfort came against my will
F
and every story must grow old

Am
still i’ll be a traveller
F
a gypsy’s reins to face
Am
but the road is wearier
F
with that fool found in your place

chorus x2

Am G F
and no man is an island , oh this i know
Am
but can’t you see , oh?
G F
maybe you were the ocean , when i was just a stone

F
so here we are . . .

Am F Am F Am F

bridge x2

Am G
and i don’t wanna beg your pardon
F
and i don’t wanna ask you why

but if i was to go my own way

would i have to pass you by?