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