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Thrice - The Artist In The Ambulance [Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Teppei Teranishi
Teppei Teranishi
Lead Guitar
Dustin Kensrue
Dustin Kensrue
Vocals
Eddie Breckenridge
Eddie Breckenridge
Bass Guitar
Riley Breckenridge
Riley Breckenridge
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Teppei Teranishi
Teppei Teranishi
Composer
Dustin Kensrue
Dustin Kensrue
Lyrics
Eddie Breckenridge
Eddie Breckenridge
Composer
Riley Breckenridge
Riley Breckenridge
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Mcternan
Brian Mcternan
Producer
Michael Barbiero
Michael Barbiero
Recording Engineer
Matt Squire
Matt Squire
Recording Engineer
Bill Synan
Bill Synan
Assistant Engineer
Andy Wallace
Andy Wallace
Mixing Engineer
Steve Sisco
Steve Sisco
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Josh Wilbur
Josh Wilbur
Recording Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer

Songtexte

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
Writer(s): Dustin Michael Kensrue, Edward Carrington Breckenridge, Teppei Teranishi, James Riley Breckenridge Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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