imabitch

spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it ok
there's always some reason
to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day
i need some distraction
oh beautiful release
memories seep from my veins
let me be empty and weightless
and maybeiI'll find some peace tonight

in the arms of the angel
fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
youre 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
and the storm keeps on twisting
you keep on building the lies
that you make up for all that you lack
it dont make no difference
escaping one last time
its 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 dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
youre in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here

youre in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here




sher`

posted by stacey @ Thursday, September 22, 2005