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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
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
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
Still I'll be a traveler
A gypsy's reins to face
But the road is wearier
With that fool 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...
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?
- Album:
- I Forget Where We Were
- The Burgh Island (EP)
- Old Pine (EP)
- Every Kingdom
- The Wolves (Single)
- Spotify Sessions (Live)
- This Is Acoustic
- Every Kingdom (Deluxe Version)
- Every Kingdom (Deluxe Edition)
- compilation
- Pop Rock Station by Zegut Volume 2
- Chilled - Ministry of Sound
- 100x Zomer 2013
- 538 Hitzone 64
- 40X Zomer
- 40X Winter 2013
- 100X Winter 2013
- 100X Liefde 2014 - Deel 2
- 100x Winter
- 100X Liefde 2013