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
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there
I'm so tired of these straight lines
And everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
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
Escape one last time
It's easier then to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees
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
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there