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
1 | Last exit for the lost |
2 | Preacher man |
3 | Mourning Sun |
4 | Love under will |
5 | At the gates of silent memory |
6 | Endemoniada |
7 | The watchman |
8 | Wail of sumer |
9 | Trees Come Down |
10 | Hollow Doll |