(Dead But Dreaming)

He said 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 rehersal 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