Arms of the angels

 

Spend all your time waiting for that second chance 

For the break that will make it OK 

There’s always some reason to feel not good enough 

And it’s hard at the end of the day 

I need some distraction or a beautiful release 

Memories seep from my veins 

Let me be empty and weightless and maybe 

I’ll find some peace tonight 

In the arms of the Angel far 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 here 

So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn 

There’s vultures and thieves at your back 

The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies 

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 

In the arms of the Angel far 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 

In the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here