Spend all your time wait^Eming For that s^Bmecond chance For a b^Dreak that would m^Gake it ok^Aay There's always some r^Emeason To feel not^Bm good enough And it's h^Dard at the e^Gnd of the d^Aay I need some dist^Emraction Oh be^Gautiful release Me^Dmory se^Geps from my ve^Ains Let me be em^Empty And we^Gightless and maybe I'^Dll find some pea^Gce toni^Aght

In the ar^Dms of an angel Fly aw^F#may from here From this d^Gark cold hotel room And the en^Ddlessness that you f^Aear You are p^Dulled from the wreckage Of your si^F#mlent reverie You're in the a^Emrms of^C2 the ang^Gel May you f^Din^Ad some comfort he^Dre

So tired of the straight life And everywhere you turn There's 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 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 Fly away from here From this dark cold hotel room And the endlessness that you fear You were pulled from the wreckage Of your silent reverie You're in the arms of the angel May you find some comfort there You're in the arms of the angel May you find some comfort here

Sarah McLachlan - In the arms of the angel