Even though I’ve been down this roadnDesire for imperfection spurs me onnYour touch is cold – it’s been so longnAnd bitterness has burnt me to the corennSurely I'm not dreaming of this placenIts land is unforgiving in all its gracenThen you whisper, three simple wordsnnDon't let gonAccomplish what you willnI'm always seated on horizons dim,nlooking for landnDon't condonenWhat little efforts you strainednI'm always seated up higher on the fencenasking for a second chancennI see trouble written on your facenTell me all the memories that love cannot replacenI see reason in your eyesnI know, I know this is my prizennSurely I'm not dreaming of this placenIts land is unforgiving in all its gracenThen you whisper, three simple wordsnnDon't let gonAccomplish what you willnI'm always seated on horizons dim,nlooking for landnDon't condonenWhat little efforts you strainednI'm always seated up higher on the fencenasking for a second chance