Westlife - Angel

for a^C# break that would^F# make it o^G#k there's always some^D#m reason to feel^F# not good enogh and it's^C# hard at the^F# end of the d^G#ay I need some di^D#mstraction... a ^F#beutiful release ^C#memories ^F#seep from my^G# veins let the be^D#m empty, oh w^F#eightless and maybe I'll^C# find some ^F#peace to^G#night

In the^C# arms of the angel, fly ^E#maway from here from this ^F#dark cold hotelroom, and the^C# endles^F#sness that yo^G#u fear you were^C# pulled from the wreckage, of your^E#m silent reverie your in the^F# arms of the angel, may you^C# fi^F#-ii^G#nd som comfort^C# here

^G# so tired of thi^D#ms straight line, and^F# everywhere you turn there's^C# vultures and^F# thieves at your^G# back the storm keeps on^D#m twisting, you keep on^F# building the lies that will^C# make-up for^F# all that you^G# lack it don't make n^D#mo difference, e^F#scaping one last time it's^C# easi^F#-er to bel^G#ive in this sweet ^D#mmadness, oh tis g^F#lorious sadness that^C# brings me^F# to m^G#y knees

In the^C# arms of the angel, fly ^E#maway from here from this ^F#dark cold hotelroom, and the^C# endles^F#sness that yo^G#u fear you were^C# pulled from the wreckage, of your^E#m silent reverie your in the^F# arms of the angel, may you^C# fi^F#-ii^G#nd some comfor^C#t here your in the^F# arms of the angel, may you^C# fi^F#-ii^G#nd some comfor^C#t here