how lonely you are waiting
at the sunday park
i'll elude you
i will loose you
existing were no soul apart
you stand on a platform
your effigy dissolves in my hands
when i feel like someone to lie on
and i feel like someone to rely on
you can't wake up
illusions born of the air
something seems so precious there
i'll elude you
i will loose you
as rehersal of my despair
when i feel like someone to lie on
and i feel like someone to die on
you can't wake up
oh here me
i'm what you have left
here i am
in this necrologue of love |