(Charcoal on paper)
in the arms of the angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness 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
memories seep from my veins
let me be empty
and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness 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
memories seep from my veins
let me be empty
and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
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