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