how lonely you are waitingat the sunday parkI'll elude youI will loose youexisting were no soul apartyou stand on a platformyour effigy dissolves in my handswhen I feel like someone to lie onand I feel like someone to rely onyou can't wake upillusions born of the airsomething seems so precious thereI'll elude youI will loose youas rehersal of my despairwhen I feel like someone to lie onand I feel like someone to die onyou can't wake upoh here meI'm what you have lefthere I amin this necrologue of love
For her light - Fields of the Nephilim