Thrice - The Artist In The Ambulance Lyrics
Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squealRed light, can't stop so I spin the wheelMy world goes black before I feel an angel lift me upAnd I open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent whiteThey flip the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and I am goneNow I lay here owing my life to a strangerAnd I realize that empty 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 regretsI hope that I will never let you downI know that this can be more than just flashing lights and soundLook 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 itRhetoric can't raise the deadI'm sick of always talking when there's no changeI'm sick of empty words, let's lead and not 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 ambulanceCan we pick you off the ground, more than flashing lights and sound