Letra de The Artist In The Ambulance, Thrice



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 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 
Rhetoric can't raise the dead 
I'm sick of always talking when there's no change 
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 
Can we pick you off the ground, more than flashing lights and sound

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