Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal red light, cant 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 Im left here with the question of just what have I to show except the promise I never kept? I lie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my regrets.
I hope that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound Look around and youll see that a times it feels like no one really cares it gets me down but Im still gonna try to do whats right, I know that theres a difference between sleight of hand, and giving everything you have theres a line drawn in the sand, Im working up the will to cross it.
rhetoric cant raise the dead Im sick of always talking when theres no change Im sick of empty words, lets lead and not follow
Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal red light, cant 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 can we pick you off the ground; more than flashing lights and sound
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Now I lay here owing my life to a stranger and I realize that empty words are not enough Im left here with the question of just what have I to show except the promise I never kept? I lie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my regrets.
I hope that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound Look around and youll see that a times it feels like no one really cares it gets me down but Im still gonna try to do whats right, I know that theres a difference between sleight of hand, and giving everything you have theres a line drawn in the sand, Im working up the will to cross it.
rhetoric cant raise the dead Im sick of always talking when theres no change Im sick of empty words, lets lead and not follow
Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal red light, cant 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 can we pick you off the ground; more than flashing lights and sound
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