Artist In The Ambulance Acoustic Chords & Lyrics - Thrice
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[Em]Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires [C]squeal
Red light, can't stop so I spin the [G]wheel
My world goes black before I f[D]eel an angel lift me up
And I [Em]open bloodshot ey[C]es into fluorescent white
They f[G]lip the siren, hit the lights, c[D]lose the doors and I am [Em]gone
[BRIDGE]
[C] -> [G] -> [D]
Now I l[Em]ay here owing my life to a s[C]tranger
And I realize that e[G]mpty words are not enough
I'm le[D]ft here with the question of just
[Em]What have I to show except the p[C]romises I never kept'
I [G]lie here shaking on this bed, u[D]nder the weight of my regrets
I h[C]ope that I will never let you d[Em]own [D]
I k[C]now that this can be more than just f[Em]lashing li[D]ghts and s[C]ound
[Em] -> [C] -> [G] -> [D]
Em (just one strike) C
Look around and you'll see that at times it feels like no one really cares
G (just one strike) D
It gets me down but I'm still gonna try to do what's right, I know that
there's A d[Em]ifference between sleight of hand, and g[C]iving everything you have
[G]There's a line drawn in the sand, I'm w[D]orking up the will to cross it and
I h[C]ope that I will never let you d[Em]own [D]
I k[C]now that this can be more than just f[Em]lashing li[D]ghts and s[C]ound
[Em]Rhetoric can't raise the dead
I'm sick of always t[C]alking when there's no change
[Em]Rhetoric can't raise the dead
I'm sick of empty w[D]ords, let's lead[C] and not f[D]ollow
[Em]Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires [C]squeal
Red light, can't stop so I spin the [G]wheel
My world goes black before I f[D]eel an angel steal me from the
[Em]Greedy jaws of death and chance, and p[C]ull me in with steady hands
They've g[G]iven me a second chance, the a[D]rtist in the ambulance
I h[C]ope that I will never let you d[Em]own [D]
I k[C]now that this can be more than just f[Em]lashing li[D]ghts and s[C]ound
Can we p[Em]ick you [D]off the g[C]round, more than f[Em]lashing l[D]ights and s[C]ound
by Rico Kleindienst (Germany)
Red light, can't stop so I spin the [G]wheel
My world goes black before I f[D]eel an angel lift me up
And I [Em]open bloodshot ey[C]es into fluorescent white
They f[G]lip the siren, hit the lights, c[D]lose the doors and I am [Em]gone
[BRIDGE]
[C] -> [G] -> [D]
Now I l[Em]ay here owing my life to a s[C]tranger
And I realize that e[G]mpty words are not enough
I'm le[D]ft here with the question of just
[Em]What have I to show except the p[C]romises I never kept'
I [G]lie here shaking on this bed, u[D]nder the weight of my regrets
I h[C]ope that I will never let you d[Em]own [D]
I k[C]now that this can be more than just f[Em]lashing li[D]ghts and s[C]ound
[Em] -> [C] -> [G] -> [D]
Em (just one strike) C
Look around and you'll see that at times it feels like no one really cares
G (just one strike) D
It gets me down but I'm still gonna try to do what's right, I know that
there's A d[Em]ifference between sleight of hand, and g[C]iving everything you have
[G]There's a line drawn in the sand, I'm w[D]orking up the will to cross it and
I h[C]ope that I will never let you d[Em]own [D]
I k[C]now that this can be more than just f[Em]lashing li[D]ghts and s[C]ound
[Em]Rhetoric can't raise the dead
I'm sick of always t[C]alking when there's no change
[Em]Rhetoric can't raise the dead
I'm sick of empty w[D]ords, let's lead[C] and not f[D]ollow
[Em]Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires [C]squeal
Red light, can't stop so I spin the [G]wheel
My world goes black before I f[D]eel an angel steal me from the
[Em]Greedy jaws of death and chance, and p[C]ull me in with steady hands
They've g[G]iven me a second chance, the a[D]rtist in the ambulance
I h[C]ope that I will never let you d[Em]own [D]
I k[C]now that this can be more than just f[Em]lashing li[D]ghts and s[C]ound
Can we p[Em]ick you [D]off the g[C]round, more than f[Em]lashing l[D]ights and s[C]ound
by Rico Kleindienst (Germany)
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