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The Artist in the Ambulance – Revisited
01. Cold Cash and Colder Hearts
02. Under a Killing Moon
03. All That’s Left
04. Silhouette
05. Stare at the Sun
06. Paper Tigers
07. Hoods on Peregrine
08. The Melting Point of Wax
09. Blood Clots and Black Holes
10. The Artist in the Ambulance
11. The Abolition of Man
12. Don’t Tell and We Won’t Ask
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
They leave me broken and forge diamonds from the coal

They race me along
The infinite synapse of white lines
And then while chasing the dawn
With storybook syntax

Your eyes slit the throat
Of all I know
About myself in this life
This silhouette lie

And your eyes, speaking in tongues
Vigilant still, filling my lungs
Testing my will
They leave me broken and bruised and bleeding

Your eyes, resting in flame
Leave me breathless again
Like hydrogen
Split on fault lines
Or ten years living with
Exposure to radon

Your eyes slit the throat
Of all I know
About myself in this life
This silhouette lie

Your eyes, your eyes
Speaking in tongues
Vigilant still, and always
Your eyes (oh) your eyes (leave me broken, and bruised, and bleeding)
Filling my lungs
Testing my will

Oh, you slit the throat
Of all I know
About myself in this life
This silhouette lie

You slit my throat
Because I know
That this life is a lie
So slit my throat