Ambulance Song Lyrics - Release - Cop Shoot Cop

When it's 4:30 in the morning 

And the vacuum sucks you in 

The tell tale trace of guilt upon your face 

The sidewalk feels just like your skin 

When your heart is full of winter 

And your days become like living in a lie 

And the clouds outside your bedroom windowpane 

Resemble crippled children limping slowly 'cross the sky 

When you grasp at straws like forgotten songs 

And your memory's short but the days are too long 

Every dream that you bought seems to slip right through your hands 

Well, love has got disorders 

And work has got demands 

Don't say a word 

Don't make a sound 

Just might be going down 

And when the sun is pounding on the pavement 

And the streets are dripping sex 

And murder gets to sounding like a kind of inner peace 

And everybody wants to know what's going to happen next 

Well, I won't give away the end my little troubadour 

Though I've been here before and I can't bear to watch the rest 

But don't you blink 

Don't close your eyes or it will pass you by 

The weight of history is hanging on your chest 

Don't say a word 

Don't make a sound 

Just might be going down 

Well, your problem's sticking with you 

Just like flies up on a strip you crawl inside your head 

But it ain't worth the trip 

You rearrange the furniture 

But it always looks the same 

Christ on a crutch [too late, too much] call it a day 

Don't say a word 

Don't make a sound 

Just might be going down 

Could be you're going down