Angel... Sarah McLachlan

The beginning of the montage remembering Brenda... September 1998

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

Oh, a beautiful release

Memories seep from my veins

Let me be empty, oh and weightless and maybe

I'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

Your in the arms of the angel

May you find some comfort here

So tired of the straight line

That everywhere you turn

There's vultures and theives at your back

Stone keeps on twisting

You keep on bulding 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 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

You're in the arms of the angel

May you find some comfort here

Written by Sarah McLachlan

© 1997 Arista Records, Inc.