For Her Light
Carl McCoy / Fields of the Nephilim
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
Oh here me
I'm what you have left here
Oh here me
I am in this necrologue of love