ARMS OF AN ANGEL
Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there's always some reason
to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
ohhhhhh beautiful release
memories seep from my veins
and maybe empty
oh and weightless
and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
in the arms of the angel
fly away from here
from this stark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent revery
you're in the arms of the 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 stone 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 the angel
fly away from here
from this stark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent revery
and in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here
Dedicated to Jean MacIntosh Breustedt (my mum)
February 12, 2002
Sara McLaughlin