Arms Of The Angel
Sarah MclachlanVersions3
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
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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 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's vultures and thieves at your back.
The storm keeps on twisting. Keep on building the lies
that you make up for all that you lack.
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, fly 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.
You're in the arms of the angel, may you find.... some comfort here.
same as intro
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Readable chord sheet for Arms Of The Angel by Sarah Mclachlan
[C] -> [Cadd9] [C] -> [Cadd9] S[C]pend all your time w[Dm]aiting for that se[F]cond chance, for a br[C]eak that would m[F]ake it ok[G]ay. T[G]here's always some re[Dm]ason to feel n[F]ot good enough, and it's ha[C]rd, at the e[F]nd of the d[G]ay. I[G] need some di[Dm]straction, Oh, a be[F]autiful release. ....mem[C]ories se[F]ep from my v[G]eins. L[G]et me be e[Dm]mpty, Oh, and we[F]ightless and maybe, I'll f[C]ind some pe[F]ace ton[G]ight. In the a[C]rms [Cadd9]of the an[C]gel, fly a[Em]way from here, from this d[F]ark, cold hotel room, and the e[C]ndlessness that you f[G]eel. You are p[C]ulled fr[Cadd9]om the wr[C]eckage, Of your s[Em]ilent reverie. You're in the a[F]rms of the angel, may you [C]fin[G]d.... some comfort h[C]ere. S[C]o tired of the stra[Dm]ight line, and eve[F]rywhere you turn, there's v[C]ultures and t[F]hieves at your b[G]ack. T[G]he storm keeps on t[Dm]wisting. Keep on bu[F]ilding the lies that you m[C]ake up for all that you l[G]ack. D[G]on't make no d[Dm]ifference, es[F]cape one last time. It's [C]easier[F] to beli[G]eve... i[G]n this sweet ma[Dm]dness, Oh, this gl[F]orious sadness, that b[C]rings me t[F]o my kn[G]ees. In the a[C]rms [Cadd9]of the an[C]gel, fly a[Em]way from here, from this d[F]ark, cold hotel room, and the e[C]ndlessness that you f[G]eel. You are p[C]ulled fr[Cadd9]om the wr[C]eckage, Of your s[Em]ilent reverie. You're in the a[F]rms of the angel, may you [C]fin[G]d.... some comfort h[C]ere. You're in the a[F]rms of the angel, may you [C]fin[G]d.... some comfort h[C]ere. same as intro