Текст песни: Thrice - The Artist in The Ambulance








late night, brake`s lock

hear the tires squeal

red light, can`t 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

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



*chorus*

i hope that i will never let you down

i know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sounds

*chorus*



look around and you`ll see that at times it feels like no one really cares

it gets me down but i`m still gonna try to do what`s 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



(chorus)



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 follow



late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal

red light, can`t 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



(chorus)



can we pick you off the ground, more than flashing lights and sounds

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late night, brake`s lock

hear the tires squeal

red light, can`t 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

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



*chorus*

i hope that i will never let you down

i know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sounds

*chorus*



look around and you`ll see that at times it feels like no one really cares

it gets me down but i`m still gonna try to do what`s 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



(chorus)



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 follow



late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal

red light, can`t 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



(chorus)



can we pick you off the ground, more than flashing lights and sounds

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