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 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 room
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 dayI 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 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 roomand 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 hereSARAH MCLACHLAN
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prefer him as Booth any day :)
Makes me choke up--every time.......
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It's a beautifully haunting tune. You coupled it well with the photos.
Mel one of them wasn't right - 'sbeen bugging me all evening. . . then I remembered the one that is right
the tune and the lyrics are just
just
*sigh*
X
ziGGz who? that's passed me by! )-: (I'll ask Mrs Google in the morning)
(-:
Saw Sarah do this at Lillith fair. I wept like a baby...
Not waiting any more she said..
god
some songs haunt you always..
It's worthy of listening to again--even if it pulls on my heart and turns my brain silent.
Maybe that's not an all bad thing, eh?
(((((((( ILTV )))))))))
Just wanted you to know I have been here. I'm speechless. I don't know what this song does to you, but I know what it does to me.
Thanks.
Peace.
excellent!
looks a lot like a something I read on a musical box.....
smile.
hey katherine. good to see you!! glad you like it (thought the old place needed a freash coat of paint on the front door, so to speak)
man somethings are difficult to put into words, aren't they?
well, I can never find the right ones a lot of the time - but there's always a lyric and a tune that fits the bill
Mel am loving the hugs - backatya
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sorrow haunting is the word
Yes, haunting, beautiful, and as always wonderfully matched with the images.
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