Из альбома: Burn To Shine
Like the wings stolen from an angel
Like petals that go from a rose
Like a dove caught in a storm
Tonight he's In The Lord's Arms
The wind it blew straight through us
And whispered to me in tongues
I was told I was born
Tonight you'll be in the Lord's Arms
Tonight he's in the Lord's Arms
So I drink this wine to him
With each glass of memory
He left with his crown of thornes
Tonight he's in the Lord's Arms
Tonight he's in the Lord's Arms
Tonight he's in the Lord's Arms