fields of the nephilim
for her light
How lonely you are waiting at the Sunday park I'll elude you, I will lose 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 lose you As rehearsal 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