February 17, 2011

SOUNDTRACK OF THE DAY: ANGEL


Maybe I will find some peace tonight. Yes. Maybe. It was a horribly long week again, and I am still not sleeping, I steal my moments from here and there, which is the reason, or one of them, that I have been tweeting so much and writing so little.

It's also because of the fact that The Watchmaker's Wings is maybe, no, very likely the most personal of all the things I have ever written or will ever write, I feel. People who know me know who Misty McColl is, and why she she is there, imperfect and drawn from memory, but still more real than she should be, than she ever was. I shouldn't think about her.

I really shouldn't.

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 my veins
let me be empty
oh 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 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 lines
that you make up for all that you lack
it doesn'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 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