Like the wings stolen from an angel
Like petals gone from a rose
Like a dove caught in a storm
Tonight hes in the lords arms
The wind it blew straight through us
And whispered to me in tongues
I was told I was wrong
Tonight he would be in the lords arms
Tonight he is in the lords arms
So I drink this wine to him
With each glass, a memory
He left with his crown of thornes
Tonight hes in the lords arms
Tonight hes in the lords arms
Tonight hes in the lords arms
