I Shall Not Complain - Stateless

I see a boy walk in from the wilderness

His hair is soaked in rainwater

His eyes are flashing with the fear of the angels

He found them in the trees

I see a girl sat by a waterfall

She’s stitching beams of light through

Button holes in the sky

She starts a crippled ballet dance to bring the rain

But now as the lightning flashes

We sail into the storm

Take hold, hold of her reigns, and start to climb away

With blinding grace she sails through the storm clouds

Dancing on the waves that she brings

Take hold, hold of her reigns, and start to climb away

With blinding grace she sails through the storm clouds

Dancing on the waves that she brings