Thrice

Thrice - The Artist In The Ambulance lyrics

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late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
red light, cant stop so i spin the wheel
my world goes black before i feel an angel lift me up
and i open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white
they flip the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and i am gone
now i lay here owing my life to a stranger
and i realize that empty words are not enough
i'm left here with the question of just
what have i to show except the promises i never kept?
i lie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my regrets
i hope that i will never let you down
i know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound
look around and you'll see that at times it feels like no one really cares
it gets me down but im still gonna try to do whats right, i know that there's
a difference between sleight of hand, and giving everything you have
there's a line drawn in the sand, i'm working up the will to cross it and i know that i will never let you down
i know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound
rhetoric can't raise the dead
i'm sick of always talking when there's no change
rhetoric can't raise the dead
i'm sick of empty words, let's lead and not follow
late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
red light, cant stop so i spin the wheel
my world goes black before i feel an angel steal me from the
greedy jaws of death and chance, and pull me in with steady hands
they've given me a second chance, the artist in the ambulance i know that i will never
i know that this can be more than flashing lights and sound ,can we pick you off the ground, more than flashing lights and sound
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Author: Dustin Kensrue

Composer: ?

Publisher: Staple Records, Workhorse Music Group

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Released in: 2003

Language: English

Appearing on: The Artist in the Ambulance (2003)

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