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