I was up very late last night. Couldn’t sleep. So, I decided to visit an old friend of mine. I was going through my books, getting ready for a Book Baron trip (big phat used book store in Orange County), and I found her. Or, more likely, she found me. I thumbed through the pages of the little book… her voice and face coming back. The smell of her hair, the danger in her laugh. Her eyes are so dark, so promising, so…
“We haven’t talked in so long,” she told me. “I miss you.”
I was skeptical. “Sure you do,” I said.
“No,” she said. “I do.” She touched my cheek. “Deeply.”
She’s a bit too good at that.
“You sang a song for me once,” she said. “Let me sing it for you, now.”
I was surprised. “I didn’t know you could sing,” I told her.
She put her finger against my lips. Put her lips against my ear.
“Listen,” she said.
* * *
Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There’s always some reason
To feel not good enough
And it’s hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
Let me be empty
Oh and weightless and maybe
I’ll find some peace tonight
In the arms of an 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
You’re so tired of the straight line
That everywhere you turn
There’s vultures and thieves at your back
Storm keeps on twisting
Keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It dont make no difference escaping one last time
It’s easier to believe
In this sweet madness
Oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees
In the arms of an 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
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find
Some comfort here