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