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 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