[00:11.00]Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
[00:18.00]For the break that will make it OK
[00:23.00]There’s always some reason to feel not good enough
[00:31.00]And it’s hard at the end of the day
[00:35.00]I need some distraction or a beautiful release
[00:43.00]Memories seep from my veins
[00:48.00]Let me be empty and weightless and maybe
[00:56.00]I’ll find some peace tonight
[01:01.00]In the arms of the Angel far away from here
[01:14.00]From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you feel
[01:25.00]You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
[01:38.00]You’re in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here
[02:01.00]So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
[02:10.00]There’re vultures and thieves at your back
[02:14.00]The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
[02:21.00]That make up for all that you lack
[02:26.00]It don’t make no difference, escape one last time
[02:34.00]It’s easier to believe
[02:39.00]In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
[02:46.00]That brings me to my knees
[02:52.00]In the arms of the Angel far away from here
[03:04.00]From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you feel
[03:16.00]You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
[03:28.00]You are in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here
[03:47.00]In the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here

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 or a beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
Let me be empty and weightless and maybe
I’ll find some peace tonight
In the arms of the Angel far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you feel
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 everywhere you turn
There’re vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That make up for all that you lack
It don’t make no difference, escape 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 far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you feel
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You are in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here
In the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here