Scott Bradlee’s Postmodern Jukebox
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 oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
They may be empty, oh 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, the endlessness 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 lines
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 bring me down to my knees
In the arms of the Angel fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness 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
Some comfort here
Some comfort here
May you find some comfort here
Some comfort here
Some comfort here
Some comfort here
In the arms of the Angel
Arms of the Angel
The arms of the Angel
May you find some comfort here