"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"