Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it OK

Bobby made his way down the hall. He hurt all over from the battle they'd just had with a group of sentinals. He didn't know why he just didn't tell Jean how bad he'd be hurt, but he didn't want to tell her, or anyone else.


There's always some reason to feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day

He got onto the flat part of the roof, and sighed as the wind rose up around him. It felt so comforting to have that wind there, so enjoyable that he almost forgot about the pain inside of him.


I need some distraction or a beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
Let me be empty and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

It was starting to get colder, but he hardly noticed. All he wanted was thing calm, this wonder ful, gentle calm that had taken effect on him.

In the arms of the Angel far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here

He laid down on fresh snow. He'd always loved winter, even before he found out about his power. He'd never again feel this peace, as he suddenly understood what was wrong with him.


So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don'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

Angels. That was the being other than God said to be in Heaven. Thing was, he had never belived in God. He wasn't a Christen, and never had been. As much as everyone had wanted to belive, he just wasn't...


In the arms of the Angel far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
In the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here

As he lay there, he was glad no one could see him. He closed his eyes, and as he took in his last breathe, he felt light. And anyone who looked down at him as he died there would have seen the blood slowy appearing in the soft snow on the roof of the mansion.

You're in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here