Your love is just the antidote when nothing else can cure me.

Through this world I've stumbled, so many times betrayed, trying to find an honest word, to find the truth enslaved.

Deep within I'm shaken by the violence of existing for only you.

In the arms of the angel, fly away from here....you are pulled from the wreckage, of your silent reverie, you're in the arms of the angel, may you find some comfort here.

I think I've become a much better singer and a much better player. Years and years of playing a couple of hours every day will do that.

Cause I rely on my illusions, to keep me warm at night. I've denied in my capacity to love, and I am willing to give up this fight

You take me in, no questions asked. You strip away the ugliness that surrounds me. Are you an angel?