from the third album of Westlife - World of Our Own
lyrics:
Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it OK
there'se always one reason
to feel not good enough
and its hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
oh beautiful release
memories seep from my vains
let me be empty
oh weightless and maybe
I'll find some pease tonight
in the arms of the angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotelroom
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 everyway 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 al that you lack
It don't 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 enlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silend 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
some comfort here