You pick me up and brush me off and tell me I'm okay, sometimes that's just what we need to get us through the day.

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.

You pick me up and brush me off and tell me I'm okay, sometimes that's just what we need to get us through the day.

You're in the arms of the Angels; may you find some comfort here.

I pull you from your tower, take away your pain. Show you all the beauty you possess, if you only let yourself believe.

I try so hard to live in the moment - I don't think ahead very much.

Oh darkness, I feel like letting go.