i won't complain
benjamin clementine
traversed in tears from the heavens
my heart is a mellow drum
set alight by echoes of pain 24-7
you might not say that it's a wonderful world
and it's a wonderful life
though my good days are far gone
they will surely come back one morn
a reflection only known to me
and for those who hate me
and for those who love me
when i go to bed in the night
i see some children in the light
fighting unknown shadows behind my mother's back
and although i don't understand my dreams
you might not say that it's a wonderful world
and it's a wonderful life
though my good days are far gone
they will surely come back one morn
though my good days are far gone
they will surely come back one morn