Sarah McLachlan - Angel

Spend all your time w^Emaitin' For that se^Gcond chance For a brea^Dk that would ma^Gke it ok^Aay There's always some re^Emason To feel n^Got good enough And it's h^Dard at the ^Gend of the day^A I need some distra^Emction Oh bea^Gutiful release M^Demories s^Geep from my v^Aeins Let me be em^Empty and weigh^Gtless And maybe I'll fi^Dnd some peace to^Anight

In the a^Drms of the angel Fly aw^Aay from here From this d^Gark cold hotel room And the e^Dndlessness that you f^Aear You are pu^Dlled from the wreckage Of your si^Alent reverie You're in the ar^Gms of the angel DGA May you find some comfort h^Dere

So tired of the str^Emaight line And ev'^Grywhere you turn There's vu^Dltures and thi^Geves at your b^Aack Storm keeps on tw^Emistin' keep on bui^Glding the lies That you m^Dake up for ^Gall that you l^Aack It don't make no dif^Emference Escaping^G one last time It's e^Dasier^G to belie^Ave in this sweet mad^Emness Oh this glo^Grious sadness that b^Drings me to my k^Anees