On My Side

How can it be, we are losing ourselves
And why can I not sleep, underneath my own hell when the daylight comes down

Oh, we are dying away
All I can say when the band begins to play, there's no angel on my side
And I need you on my side

Can you hear them calling me?
And the rusted dark of a thousand years goes by
And we never ask why

Take what you conceal, and breathe it out through your bones
But speak to my ear, in the softest of tones, it can't set me down

Oh, we are dying away
All I can say when the band begins to play, there's no angel on my side
And I will need you on my side

Can you hear them calling me?
And the rusted dark of a thousand years goes by
All I can say when the band begins to play, there's no angel on my side
And I will need you on my side

by Cory Chisel And The Wandering Sons