In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this cold dark hotel room
And the endlesness 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,that everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back.
Storm keeps on twistin', keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack.
It don't make no difference,escape one last time
It's easier to believe
And 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
And 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.