"you are pulled from the wreckage"

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

So tired of the straight line and everywhere you turn

and the endlessness that you fear

may you find some comfort here

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

and the endlessness that you fear

of your silent reverie

and the endlessness that you fear

of your silent reverie

and the endlessness that you fear

of your silent reverie

and the endlessness that you fear

of your silent reverie

And the endlessness that your fear

Of your silent reverie

and the endlessness that you fear

of your silent reverie

And the endlessness that you fear

Of your silent reverie