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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
I sit here clutching useless lists
Keys for doors that don't exist
I crack my teeth on pearls
Tear into the history
Show me what it means to me in this world
Yeah, in this world

'Cause I am due for a miracle
I'm waiting for a sign
I'll stare straight into the sun
And I won't close my eyes
'Til I understand or go blind

I see the parts, but not the whole
I studied saints and scholars both
But no perfect plan unfurls
Do I trust my heart or just my mind?
Why is truth so hard to find in this world?
Yeah, in this world

'Cause I am due for a miracle
I'm waiting for a sign
I'll stare straight into the sun
And I won't close my eyes
'Til I understand or go blind ('til I understand or go blind)

I know that there's a point I've missed
A shrine or stone I haven't kissed
A scar that never graced my wrist
A mirror that hasn't met my fist
But I can't help feeling like

I'm due for a miracle
I'm waiting for a sign (waiting for a sign)
I'll stare straight into the sun
And I won't close my eyes (and I won't close my eyes)

Due for a miracle
I'm waiting for a sign
I'll stare straight into the sun
And I won't close my eyes