How lonely you are waiting at the Sunday park
I'll elude you, I will lose you
Existing were no soul apartYou stand on a platform
Your effigy dissolves in my handsWhen I feel like someone to lie on
And I feel like someone to rely onYou can't wake upIllusions born of the air
Something seems so precious thereI'll elude you, I will lose you
As rehearsal of my despairWhen I feel like someone to lie on
And I feel like someone to die onYou can't wake up
Oh here me
I'm what you have leftHere I am
In this necrologue of love
Songwriters
MCCOY, CARL/YEATS, PETER/WRIGHT, ALEX/WRIGHT, PAULPublished by
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