the doves cooing outside
my window
a gentle rain
the Benedictine monks chanting in the background
accompanied by the hypnotic hum of the fan

what riches am i missing

Sarah Mc Lachlan
ANGEL

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
its hard at the end of the day

I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seep from my veins

Let me be empty
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 endless 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 life
and every where you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back
and the storm keeps twisting
you keep on building the lies
that you keep making up for all that you lack

It don't make no difference escaping one last time
its easier to believe in
in this sweet madness, oh
this glorious release
that brings me to my knees

In the Arms of the Angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endless 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

coiled beneath me
i slept upon the chains of my oppression

what better way to know their windings
and loosening
once one knows the bonds of his oppression
are of his own makings
a Path will become visible which leads to deliverance
i know that which imprisons me
are the restrictions of consciousness
self-imposed

the kinks in my armor
become the means to my release
to know that which binds is also that which frees
is Liberation

we walk the same trail
you and i
drawn by the same forces
pay homage to the same gods

shall we meet in the here-and-now
or in the here-after
or are we already united
on The Great Path