| 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 |