I was walking home from work today when I found myself humming this to myself. No reason why. I did have my iPod on, but I was listening to an NPR podcast, no Sarah McLachlan playing. For whatever reason, my mom cannot stand this song. I don't think it's that she's against Sarah McLachlan, either, because I'm pretty sure she was cool with "Angel." This song, along with a lot of Tori Amos, played heavily into my teen angst years. A lot of flinging myself onto my bed with the full agony of living was done to Surfacing. I do not think I could have been more of a cliche had I tried.