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