How lonely you are waiting At the sunday park Ill 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 cant wake up Illusions born of the air Something seems so precious there Ill elude you I will loose you As rehearsal of my despair When I feel like someone to lie on And I feel like someone to die on You cant wake up Oh here me Im what you have left Here I am In this necrologue of love
elude, someone, necrologue, loose, feel