Westlife: Angel
http://mp3.baidu.com/m?f=ms&tn=baidump3&ct=134217728&lf=&rn=&word=westlife+angel&lm=-1
Spend all your time waiting for that second chance,
for a break that would make it okay.
There's always one reason to feel not good enough,
and it's hard at the end of the day.
I need some distraction oh beautiful release
memory seeps from my veins
let me be empty and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
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 everywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back
and the storm keeps on twisting
you keep on building the lie
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 brings me to my knees
in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
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
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here
some comfort here
http://mp3.baidu.com/m?f=ms&tn=baidump3&ct=134217728&lf=&rn=&word=westlife+angel&lm=-1
Spend all your time waiting for that second chance,
for a break that would make it okay.
There's always one reason to feel not good enough,
and it's hard at the end of the day.
I need some distraction oh beautiful release
memory seeps from my veins
let me be empty and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
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 everywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back
and the storm keeps on twisting
you keep on building the lie
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 brings me to my knees
in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
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
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here
some comfort here
