IRC-Galleria

Crawl into my ambulance, your pulse is getting weak
Reveal yourself all now to me, while youÂ’ve got the strength to speak

`Cause theyÂ’re waiting for you at Bellevue with their oxygen masks
But I could give it all to you now if only you could ask

And donÂ’t call for your surgeon even he says its too late
ItÂ’s not your lungs this time, itÂ’s your heart that holds your fate