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 oh 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 Angels fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You were pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the Angels; may you find some comfort here
So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
And 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 Angels fly away from here
From this small, cold hotel room, and the emptiness that you fear
You were pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
In the arms of the Angels; may you find some comfort here
You're in the arms of the Angels; may you find some comfort here
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