"THE ARTIST IN THE AMBULANCE" by THRICE

 

Lyrics:

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 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 I'm still gonna try to do what's right 

I know that there's a diffe rence 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 

 

I hope 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, 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 

 

I hope that I will never let you down 

I know that this can be more than just 

Flashing lights and sound

You can pick me off the ground 

More than flashing lights and sound