The Artist In The Ambulance
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
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
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
can we pick you off the ground, more than flashing lights and
sound
compositores: Dustin Michael Kensrue, Edward Carrington Breckenridge, James Riley Breckenridge, Teppei Teranishi
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