歌词语境宇宙
From this dark cold hotel room and the endlessness that you feel
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
So tired of the straight line and everywhere you turn
From this dark cold hotel room and the endlessness that you feel
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
So tired of the straight line and everywhere you turn
and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
may you find some comfort here
and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
may you find some comfort here
From this dark cold hotel room and the endlessness that you feel
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You are in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here
From this dark cold hotel room and the endlessness that you feel
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You are in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
And the endlessness that your fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
And the endlessness that your fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie