In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here,
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear.
You are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie.
Your in the arms of the angel.
May you find....some comfort here.
So tired of the straight line
and everywhere you turn
theres vultures and thieves at your back
and the storm keeps on twisting,
You keep on building the lie
that you make up for all that you lack.
It don't make no difference
escaping one last time,
it's easier to believe
in this sweet madness,
oh this glorious sadness,
that brings me to my knees...
Your in the arms of the angel,
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear.
You are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
Your in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here.
Your in the arms of the angel
may you find...some comfort here..