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  • Tuesday, September 09, 2003
    Angels

    writing is an exceptional skill to me. it makes you precise and i feel jealous of those with such a talent e.g. editors, authors, journalists and including song writers.

    heard this song many times but never thought of its meaning. but when i was sitting and really listening to it...you know it hits home. like someone seeing me through and speaking up what in my thoughts which i myself would never be able to do.

    and of course I'm thrilled by listening to it, even just reading along. and i think she, Sarah McLachlan, is great! 

    City of Angels
    Lyrics: Sarah McLachlan
    Song: Angel

    Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
    For the break that will 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 or a beautiful release
    Memories seep from my veins
    Let me be empty and weightless and maybe
    I'll find some peace tonight

    In the arms of the Angel far 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
    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 storm keeps on twisting, you 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 far 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

    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


    Posted at 04:09 pm by TurtleBlog


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