[00:00.00] 作词 : Sarah McLachlan
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Sarah McLachlan
[00:13.49]Spend all your time waiting,
[00:17.73]For that second chance.
[00:21.02]For a break that would make it okay,
[00:26.07]There's always some reason,
[00:30.16]To feel not good enough.
[00:33.39]And it's hard at the end of the day.
[00:38.86]I need some distraction,
[00:42.75]Oh beautiful release,
[00:46.80]Memories seep from our veins.
[00:51.40]Let me be empty,
[00:55.16]Or weightless and maybe,
[00:59.21]I'll find some peace tonight.
[01:05.21]In the arms of the angels,
[01:10.81]Fly away from here.
[01:17.34]You're in the arms of the angels,
[01:23.45]May you find,
[01:29.35]Some comfort here.
[01:41.74]So tired of the straight line,
[01:46.63]Everywhere you turn.
[01:50.03]There's vultures and thieves at your back.
[01:54.33]The storm keeps on twisting,
[01:57.72]Keep on building the lies,
[02:01.60]That you'll make up for all that you lack.
[02:07.02]It don't make no difference,
[02:11.52]Escaping one last time.
[02:14.84]It's easier to believe.
[02:19.49]In this sweet madness,
[02:22.87]Or this glory of sadness,
[02:27.53]That brings me to my knees.
[02:33.23]In the arms of the angels,
[02:38.95]Fly away from here.
[02:45.32]From this dark cold hotel room,
[02:52.40]And the endlessness that you fear.
[02:58.51]You are pulled from the wreckage,
[03:04.67]Of your silent reverie.
[03:11.04]You're in the arms of the angels,
[03:17.46]May you find,
[03:23.37]Some comfort here.

作词 : Sarah McLachlan
作曲 : Sarah McLachlan
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 beautiful release,
Memories seep from our veins.
Let me be empty,
Or weightless and maybe,
I'll find some peace tonight.
In the arms of the angels,
Fly away from here.
You're in the arms of the angels,
May you find,
Some comfort here.
So tired of the straight line,
Everywhere you turn.
There's vultures and thieves at your back.
The storm keeps on twisting,
Keep on building the lies,
That you'll 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,
Or this glory of sadness,
That brings me to my knees.
In the arms of the angels,
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 angels,
May you find,
Some comfort here.