spend all your time waiting for that second chance
for the break that will make it ok
there's always some reason to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction, oh beautiful release
memories seep from my veins 
they may be empty and weightless, and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
in the arms of an angel, fly away from here
from this dark, cold empty room, and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of an angel, may you find some comfort here
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
in the arms of an angel
far away from here, from this dark, cold tomb
and the endlessness that you fear 
you are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
in the arms of an angel, may you find some comfort here
.SARAH MCLACHLAN
for the break that will make it okthere's always some reason to feel not good enoughand it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction, oh beautiful release memories seep from my veins they may be empty and weightless, and maybeI'll find some peace tonightin the arms of an angel, fly away from here
from this dark, cold empty room, and the endlessness that you fearyou are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverieyou're in the arms of an angel, may you find some comfort hereso tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turnthere's vultures and thieves at your backthe storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the liesthat you make up for all that you lack it don't make no difference, escaping one last timeit's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh this glorious sadness that brings me to my kneesin the arms of an angel
far away from here, from this dark, cold tomband the endlessness that you fear you are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
in the arms of an angel, may you find some comfort here.SARAH MCLACHLAN
2 comments:
This will always call up two memories....one is you.
Wreckage, eh? Seems to be that in our lives, and then there are the things bourne from the wreckage...leastwise for me that's true. And I don't think I'm that darn unique. LOL. I adore the song and what it's come to mean in my life....you attached the visual, which only adds to its specialness.
And this morning I hit the link, watched and listened. I think I'd like to see the movie now, though I'm very sure I need to do so armed with kleenex.
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