After Me, The Flood

My dear friend, we’re here again
A very familiar place
All was done, I thought I’d won
A hollowed and fleeting taste
I can’t count the endless hours
Perfecting your natural grace
I see the end that I intend
But can’t find the path I should take

I’ll start again, I’ll persevere
But what’s the price of perfection?
I won’t know until it’s paid in full

I’ll be hunted and reviled
I won’t let them deprive me of this sweet,
This sweet vision of mine.

I’ll be here
Don’t be afraid
Promise me
I’ll make you so much more

So grab, hold tight
Cuz you’re in for quite a rideā€¦