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.