(Dead But Dreaming) 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