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Thrice - The Artist In The Ambulance [Audio]
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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Teppei Teranishi
Teppei Teranishi
Leadgitarre
Dustin Kensrue
Dustin Kensrue
Stimme und Gesang
Eddie Breckenridge
Eddie Breckenridge
Bassgitarre
Riley Breckenridge
Riley Breckenridge
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Teppei Teranishi
Teppei Teranishi
Komponist:in
Dustin Kensrue
Dustin Kensrue
Komponist:in
Eddie Breckenridge
Eddie Breckenridge
Komponist:in
Riley Breckenridge
Riley Breckenridge
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Brian Mcternan
Brian Mcternan
Produzent:in
Michael Barbiero
Michael Barbiero
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Matt Squire
Matt Squire
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Bill Synan
Bill Synan
Ingenieurassistent:in
Andy Wallace
Andy Wallace
Mischtechniker:in
Steve Sisco
Steve Sisco
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Josh Wilbur
Josh Wilbur
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

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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