late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
red light, can큧 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
i큟 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 you큞l see that at times it feels like no one really cares
it gets me down but i큟 still gonna try to do what큦 right, i know that there큦
a difference between sleight of hand, and giving everything you have
there큦 a line drawn in the sand, i큟 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 cant큧 raise the dead
i큟 sick of always talking when there큦 no change
rhetoric cant큧 raise the dead
i큟 sick of empty words, let큦 lead and not follow
late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
red light, can큧 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
they큩e given me a second chance, the artist in the ambulance
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