Текст песни Thrice - The Artist in The Ambulance
Thrice - The Artist in The Ambulance слова песни
late night, brake`s lockhear the tires squealred light, can`t stopso i spin the wheelmy world goes black before Ifeel an angel lift me upand i open bloodshot eyesinto fluorescent whiteflip the siren, hit the lightsclose the doors and I am gonenow I lay here owing my life to a strangerand I realize thatempty words are not enoughI`m left here with the question of justwhat 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 downi 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 caresit gets me down but i`m still gonna try to do what`s right, i know that there`sa difference between sleight of hand, and giving everything you havethere`s a line drawn in the sand, i`m working up the will to cross it(chorus)rhetoric can`t raise the deadi`m sick of always talking when there`s no changerhetoric can`t raise the deadi`m sick of empty words, let`s lead and followlate night, brakes lock, hear the tires squealred light, can`t stop so i spin the wheelmy world goes black before i feel an angel steal me from thegreedy jaws of death and chance, and pull me in with steady handsthey`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