Ambulance by Cansei De Ser Sexy
Watch a line on a screen, watch me fade I'm fast asleep, watching a number drop too low. Close the wounds, shut the door, I can't help you anymore. I'll drive fast, but you're dying faster.
And you'll keep us guessing way into the morning. Your life is an off switch away.
Am I going to get out? It's not safe here for me.
I could practice this every day, but hurricanes they make things change. Eyes have died; blood has dried on him. Close the wounds shut the door I can't help you anymore. I'll drive fast, but you're dying faster.
There's not very long to go now. I wish there was more that I could do for you now.