spend all your time waiting for that second chance for the break that will make it okthere's always some reason to feel not good enough
and 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 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 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 turn
there's vultures and thieves at your backthe 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

5 comments:

Dave said...

Soon be time for a holiday, I think.

I, Like The View said...

I woke up this morning humming a tune, and this was it

less that a week to go now! in fact in a week, I'll be waking up to the cry of seagulls, crashing of Atlantic breakers and most probably the sound of rain lashing on the window panes. . .

(-:

oh well, at least I'll have a new jumper to keep the draughts at bay

(up arrow)

Christopher said...

I sense something wonderful is going to happen in Cornwall.

I sense something wonderful is going to happen in Cornwall.

I sense something wonderful is going to happen in Cornwall.

What I tell you three times is true.

Mel said...

Mel follows instructions well.
Mel follows instructions well.
Mel follows instructions well.

Hey--he said if I said it three times it was true!

:-/

<-- testing the theory

Any bets? LOL

*happily humming*

mig said...

Well that's Cornwall sewn up - I mean, of course, knitted together.

I keep seeing a book about Angels and nearly buying it. Can't remember what's called though.

Hey, while you're having wonderful happenings in Cornwall, I shall be (yet again) afloat in a narrow boat. I shall put a message in a bottle, perhaps it will find it's way from somewhere north West of Birmingham to Cornwall :)