For Her Light - Fields of the Nephilim

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