In the arms of the Angel, Fly away from here. From this dark cold hotel room, And the endless nights that you fear. You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie You're in the arms of the Angel, May you find some comfort here. So tired of the straight line Then everywhere you turn There's vultures and thieves at your back The storm keeps on twistin' Keep on building the lies That you make up for all that you lack. It don't make no difference, Escape 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 Angel, Fly away from here. You're in the arms of the Angel, May you find some comfort here, May you find some comfort here.....