Woorden: Ben Harper. Live From Mars. In The Lord's Arms.

Like the wings stolen from an angel
Like petals, gone from a rose
Like, a dove caught in a storm
Tonight He is in, the Lord's arms

The wind, it blew straight through us
And whispered to me in tongues
I, was told, I was warned
Tonight He would be in the Lord's arms
Tonight He is in, the Lord's arms

So I drink this wine to Him
With each glass, a memory
He left with His crown of thorns
Tonight He is in the Lord's arms
Tonight He is in the Lord's arms
Tonight He is in the Lord's arms