spend all your time waiting for that second chance
for a break that would 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 relief
memories seep through my veins
that may be empty, oh weightless and maybe
i'll find some peace tonight
Chorus:
in the arms of the angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you feel
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you fi-ind some comfort here
so tired of the straight lines, everywhere you turn
there' vultures and thieves at your back
the storm keeps on twisting, keep on building the lies
that you make up for all that you lack
it don't make no difference, escape one last time
it's easier to believe
in this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
brings me to my knees
Chorus:
in the arms of the angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you feel
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you fi-ind some comfort here
you're in the arms of the angel
may you fi-ind some comfort here
hope you enjoyed it
any opinions please send to beckirathnure@hotmail.com
for a break that would 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 relief
memories seep through my veins
that may be empty, oh weightless and maybe
i'll find some peace tonight
Chorus:
in the arms of the angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you feel
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you fi-ind some comfort here
so tired of the straight lines, everywhere you turn
there' vultures and thieves at your back
the storm keeps on twisting, keep on building the lies
that you make up for all that you lack
it don't make no difference, escape one last time
it's easier to believe
in this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
brings me to my knees
Chorus:
in the arms of the angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you feel
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you fi-ind some comfort here
you're in the arms of the angel
may you fi-ind some comfort here
hope you enjoyed it
any opinions please send to beckirathnure@hotmail.com