Wayside (Deepfield)

Where will you run when your kingdom falls? Will you think of the world? Where will you hide when your saviour laughs in your face- At the joke you've made of his name? Here in this world how would you know What the angels look like? Here are my wings, flightless and tired of the burden When things fall by the wayside I have my faith in reason What a man tells a man becomes institution In your book of dead words And it never ever fails how the idiots prevail Or at least outnumber us Here in this world how would you know What the angels look like? Here are my wings, flightless and tired of the burden When things fall by the wayside You have no reason for faith Wise men still seek him now But i'm skeptic of the holy epileptics And the seers of visions And the mocking of a fabulous fairy tale Here in this world how would you know What the angels look like? Here are my wings, flightless and tired of the burden When things fall by the wayside I have my faith You have fallen by the wayside