Wayside (Acoustic/Previously Unreleased) Songtext
von Deepfield

Where will you run when your kingdom falls?
Will you think of the world?
And where will you hide when your savior 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

Things fall by the wayside, wayside now
I, 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?
And here are my wings, flightless and tired
Of the burden

Things fall by the wayside, the wayside now
You, you have no reason
For faith

Wise men still seek him now
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

Things fall by the wayside, the wayside now
And I, I have my faith

Things fall by the wayside, the wayside now
You have fallen
Wayside
Wayside