"Of your silent reverie"

From this dark cold hotel room and the endlessness that you feel

So tired of the straight line and everywhere you turn

From this dark cold hotel room and the endlessness that you feel

You are in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here

you are pulled from the wreckage

you're in the armsf the angel

you are pulled from the wreckage

you're in the arms of the angel

you are pulled from the wreckage

you're in the arms of the angel

you are pulled from the wreckage

you're in the arms of the angel

you are pulled from the wreckage

you're in the arms of the angel

you are pulled from the wreckage

you're in the arms of the angel

You are pulled from the wreckage

You're in the arms of the angel

You are pulled from the wreckage

You're in the arms of the angel

You are pulled from the wreckage

You're in the arms of the angel

You are pulled from the wreckage

You're in the arms of the Angel

And the endlessness that you fear

In the arms of the angel