Lyrics:
Thrice The Artist In The Ambulance

The air my lungs first loved Carves craters from my eyes They said, "Breathe deeply son Or be the next to die" Beneath the falling night And heaven's

Here's your new drug Shoot it in the left eye Feel it on the right side No, it's not love It sets up shop behind your ribcage Building blood clots and

The blue light spills like oceans We smile and let it in It cures us of our questions Like hoods on peregrine Knowledge locked in a tower Barons will

Your eyes followed me here, your eyes seamless and sure They leave me broken and in need of a cure Your eyes followed me here, your eyes sifting my soul

I sit here clutching useless lists And keys for doors that don't exist I crack my teeth on pearls I tear into the history Show me what it means to me

Wake up everyone! It's not too late To save the remnants of our hearts So stop giving up our last shot at love Our only chance to find the meaning of

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

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

: They are sick, they are poor And they die by the thousands and we look away They are wolves at the door They are not going to move us or get in our