In The Lord's Arms - Ben Harper

Like the wings stolen from an angel 
Like pettles 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 wrong 

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