What ravages of spirit conjured This temptuous rage; Created you a monster, Broken by the rule of love. - Sarah McLachlan

In the arms of the angel,
Fly away from here.
From this dark cold hotel room,
And the endlessness you feel.
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 will remember you;
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by;
Weep not for the memories.

So what are we saying?
Our Eden's a failure.
A made-up story to fit the picture-perfect world.
The one with "I do"s and "I love you."
And "we are made for each other."
Is forever over now?