Like the wings stolen from an angel. Like petals gone from a rose. Like a dove caught in a storm. Tonight he's 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 thornes. Tonight he's in the Lord's Arms. Tonight he's in the Lord's Arms. Tonight he's in the Lord's Arms.