Fields Of The Nephilim - For Her Light

He said, how lonely you are
Waiting at the Sunday Park
I'll elude you I will lose you
Existing we're no soul apart
You stand, 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, you can't wake up
You can't wake up

Illusions born of the air
Something seems 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, you can't wake up
You can't wake up