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 is no angel on my side and i will need you on my side can you hear them calling me in the rustic dawn of a thousand years goes by and we never ask why take what you conceal and breathe 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 in the rustic dawn 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 