Angel (OST. City of Angels)

Jakarta - Spend all your time waiting for that second chanceFor the break that will make it OKThere's always some reason to feel not good enoughAnd it's hard at the end of the dayI need some distraction or a beautiful releaseMemories seep from my veinsLet me be empty and weightless and maybeI'll find some peace tonightIn the arms of the Angel far away from hereFrom this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fearYou are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverieYou're in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort hereSo tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turnThere's vultures and thieves at your backThe storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the liesThat you make up for all that you lackIt don't make no difference, escaping one last timeIt's easier to believeIn this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadnessThat brings me to my kneesIn the arms of the Angel far away from hereFrom this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fearYou are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverieIn the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort hereYou're in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here (ine/)