Fields of the Nephilim - For Her Light

How lonely you are waiting at the Sunday park
I'll elude you, I will lose 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 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
Oh here me
I'm what you have left

Here I am
In this necrologue of love

Written by:
ALEXANDER JAMES WRIGHT, CARL MCCOY, PAUL ALEXANDER WRIGHT, PETER YATES, TONY PETTITT

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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