Spend all your time waiting
for that second change,
for a break that would make it OK.
Ther's always some reason
to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day.
I need some distraction, oh beautiful release.
Memory seeps from my veins.
Let me be empty and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight.
CHORUS:
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 here.
So tired of the straight line,
and everywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back.
Storm keeps on twisting,
keep on building the lies,
that you make up fow all that you lack.
It don't make no difference
escaping one last time.
It's easier to believe
in this sweet madness, oh, glorious sadness
that brings me to my knees.
CHORUS
You're in the arms of the angel,
may you find some comfor here,
some comfot here.
