so tired of the straight line . and everywhere i turn.
there's vultures and thieves at my back.
the storm keeps on twisting . i keep on building the lies.
that i make up for all that i lack.
it don't make no difference . escaping one last time.
it's easier to believe
in this sweet madness . oh this glorios sadness .
that brings me to my knees.
in the arms of an angel, far away from here.
from this dark . cold hotel room . and the endlessness that i fear.
i'm pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie.
in the arms of an angel . may i find some comfort here.