Lyrics 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
And
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
Giving
me
a
second
chance
The
artist
in
the
ambulance
I
hope,
that
I
will
never
let
you
down
And
I
know,
that
this
can
be
more
than
just
Flashing
lights
and
sounds
You
can
pick
me
off
the
ground
More
than
flashing
lights
and
sound
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