Sarah McLachlan - Angel

Spend all your time ^Fm7waiting for that ^Absecond chance For the ^Ebbreak that would make it o^Bbkay There's always some ^Fm7reason to feel ^Abnot good enough And it's ^Ebhard at the end of the d^Bbay I need some ^Fm7distraction, oh, ^Abbeautiful release ^EbMemories seep from my v^Bbeins Let me be ^Fm7empty, oh and ^Abweightless, and maybe I'll ^Ebfind some peace t^Bbonight

In the ^Ebarms of the angel, fly aw^Gmay from here From this ^Abdark, cold hotel room, and the e^Ebndlessness that you fe^Bbar You are ^Ebpulled from the wreckage of your ^Gmsilent reverie You're in the ^Abarms of the angel, may you f^Ebiiiiiind^Bb some comfort her^Ebe.

So tired of the s^Fm7traight line, and e^Abverywhere you turn There's ^Ebvultures and thieves at your b^Bback The storm keeps on ^Fm7twistin', you keep on ^Abbuildin' the lies That you ^Ebmake up for all that you l^Bback. It don't make no ^Fm7difference, ^Abescapin' one last time It's ^Ebeasier to b^Bbelieve In this sweet ^Fm7madness, oh this ^Abglorious sadness That ^Ebbrings me to my k^Bbnees.

In the ^Ebarms of the angel, fly aw^Gmay from here From this ^Abdark, cold hotel room, and the e^Ebndlessness that you fe^Bbar You are ^Ebpulled from the wreckage of your ^Gmsilent reverie You're in the ^Abarms of the angel, may you f^Ebiiiiiind^Bb some comfort her^Ebe. You're in the ^Abarms of the angel, may you f^Ebiiiiiind^Bb some comfort her^Abeeeee.