Sarah McLachlan - In the arms of an angel

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 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 brings me to my knees in the arms of the angel
fly away from here from this dark cold hotel roomand 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

Ah... this song takes me back like no other...