In the Arms of Orion - Emilio Wolf

I'm not proud But I know that I'm sane Like a grouse Who's resigned to the blade If you doubt And you think that I'm profane I'm in the arms of Mrs. Mark of Cain My memories are all fables So I'm trying to get at the truth And if you think I'm able Well, I have got some news for you I'm in the arms of Mrs. Mark of Cain Hollywood Yes, it's always the same But it feels so damn good So I know I'll be staying No, I'm not underfoot I've been trying to explain I'm in the arms of Mrs. Mark of Cain I'm in the arms of Mrs. Mark of Cain I'm in the arms of Mrs. Mark of Cain

Some ladies love diamonds Fast cars and freedom Trips to the island Castles in Spain Las Vegas card sharks Blues men that blow French harps But no strings to her heart Just the arms of cocaine Yeah, she likes to run With us high riding cowboys She says she feels a whole lot More at home on the range She can handle her feelings In most all situations But she just cannot handle The arms of cocaine Hey, I'm just a rhymer Writing down new phrases Looking for ladies Who know I'm subject to change Content to believing The songs I am singing Help her find her feelings Help her break the chains of cocaine Oh, my lady is special She? s into my kind of music She likes Jim Beam and water Instead of champagne I like Levi's and leathers Making love together No more stormy weather Since she broke the chains of cocaine No more stormy weather Since she broke the chains of cocaine

You spend all your time waiting For that second chance For a break that would make it okay Theres always some reason To feel not good enough And its hard at the end of the day I need some distraction Ohh beautiful release Memories seep from my veins Let me be empty Oh and weightless and maybe We'll find some peace tonight In the arms of the angel Fly away from here From this dark, cold hotel room And the endlessness that you feel You were pulled from the wreckage Of your silent reverie Your in the arms of the angel May you find come comfort here Your so tired of the straight line And everywhere you turn Theres vultures and theives at your back The storm keeps on twisting You keep building the lies That make up for all that you lack It doesn't 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 the angel Fly away from here From this dark, cold hotel room And the endlessness that you feel You were pulled from the wreckage Of your silent reverie Your in the arms of the angel May you find come comfort here In the arms of the angel May you find some comfort here