waiting for that second chance
For a break that'll make it okay
There's always some reason
And it's hard at the end of the day
Memories seep from my veins
maybe I'll find some peace tonight
From this dark, hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
You're in the arms of the an gel
So tired of the straight line,
the hair in everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves
the storm keeps on twisting
Keep on building the lines
And make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference
Oh, this glorious sadness
that brings me to my knees
In the arms of the an gel,
From this dark, cold hotel room
You are called from the wreckage
You're in the arms of the angel
You're in the arms of the angel
in the arms of the angels.
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