| Song | Relapsing |
| Artist | Boys Night Out |
| Album | Trainwreck |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Boys Night Out | |
| Last call at the hospital | |
| You slept through it all | |
| And these four walls warn you | |
| That your surgery, it might not be the key | |
| To fix the memory of you and me | |
| Doctor I don't know what I've done | |
| There's more to this than my | |
| Ex-love and my ex-limbs could ever in my life begin to explain | |
| Everytime I think of her and what went on that night | |
| I don't see it, instead i hear it | |
| A song so awful and so perfect | |
| Last call at the hospital | |
| You slept through it all | |
| And these four walls warn you | |
| That your surgery, it might not be the key | |
| To fix the memory of you and me | |
| Doctor I don't know what I'm gonna do | |
| I need this song to be shouted out | |
| And to be heard by everyone | |
| Its like each word and every chord refuses to be ignored | |
| This is bigger than me | |
| But with no hands and even less skill | |
| I don't know how it ever will come out | |
| Doctor I think it's her I hear | |
| It's always been | |
| But if this pain can be arranged | |
| In such a way to bring out beauty | |
| Then, well, who am I to stop it? | |
| I'll bring her back and I won't stop until it's done | |
| Until this nightmare's undone | |
| I need her | |
| Last call at the hospital | |
| You slept through it all | |
| And these four walls warn you | |
| That your surgery, it might not be the key | |
| To fix the memory of you and me | |
| I need her | |
| I need this | |
| The saddest songs can sing themselves, and just sing along | |
| So if death's the answer, then the question is the trigger | |
| And I'm just the firing pin. | |
| Yeah I'm just a messenger | |
| So if death's the answer, then the question is the trigger | |
| And I'm just the firing pin. | |
| And I'm just a messenger | |
| Doomed to detonate on delivery | |
| Last call at the hospital | |
| You slept through it all | |
| And these four walls warn you | |
| That your surgery, it might not be the key | |
| To fix the memory of you and me | |
| Last call at the hospital | |
| (of you and me) | |
| You slept through it all | |
| (of you and me) | |
| And these four walls warn you | |
| (of you and me) | |
| That your surgery, it might not be the key | |
| (of you and me) | |
| To fix the memory of you and me |
| zuo qu : Boys Night Out | |
| Last call at the hospital | |
| You slept through it all | |
| And these four walls warn you | |
| That your surgery, it might not be the key | |
| To fix the memory of you and me | |
| Doctor I don' t know what I' ve done | |
| There' s more to this than my | |
| Exlove and my exlimbs could ever in my life begin to explain | |
| Everytime I think of her and what went on that night | |
| I don' t see it, instead i hear it | |
| A song so awful and so perfect | |
| Last call at the hospital | |
| You slept through it all | |
| And these four walls warn you | |
| That your surgery, it might not be the key | |
| To fix the memory of you and me | |
| Doctor I don' t know what I' m gonna do | |
| I need this song to be shouted out | |
| And to be heard by everyone | |
| Its like each word and every chord refuses to be ignored | |
| This is bigger than me | |
| But with no hands and even less skill | |
| I don' t know how it ever will come out | |
| Doctor I think it' s her I hear | |
| It' s always been | |
| But if this pain can be arranged | |
| In such a way to bring out beauty | |
| Then, well, who am I to stop it? | |
| I' ll bring her back and I won' t stop until it' s done | |
| Until this nightmare' s undone | |
| I need her | |
| Last call at the hospital | |
| You slept through it all | |
| And these four walls warn you | |
| That your surgery, it might not be the key | |
| To fix the memory of you and me | |
| I need her | |
| I need this | |
| The saddest songs can sing themselves, and just sing along | |
| So if death' s the answer, then the question is the trigger | |
| And I' m just the firing pin. | |
| Yeah I' m just a messenger | |
| So if death' s the answer, then the question is the trigger | |
| And I' m just the firing pin. | |
| And I' m just a messenger | |
| Doomed to detonate on delivery | |
| Last call at the hospital | |
| You slept through it all | |
| And these four walls warn you | |
| That your surgery, it might not be the key | |
| To fix the memory of you and me | |
| Last call at the hospital | |
| of you and me | |
| You slept through it all | |
| of you and me | |
| And these four walls warn you | |
| of you and me | |
| That your surgery, it might not be the key | |
| of you and me | |
| To fix the memory of you and me |
| zuò qǔ : Boys Night Out | |
| Last call at the hospital | |
| You slept through it all | |
| And these four walls warn you | |
| That your surgery, it might not be the key | |
| To fix the memory of you and me | |
| Doctor I don' t know what I' ve done | |
| There' s more to this than my | |
| Exlove and my exlimbs could ever in my life begin to explain | |
| Everytime I think of her and what went on that night | |
| I don' t see it, instead i hear it | |
| A song so awful and so perfect | |
| Last call at the hospital | |
| You slept through it all | |
| And these four walls warn you | |
| That your surgery, it might not be the key | |
| To fix the memory of you and me | |
| Doctor I don' t know what I' m gonna do | |
| I need this song to be shouted out | |
| And to be heard by everyone | |
| Its like each word and every chord refuses to be ignored | |
| This is bigger than me | |
| But with no hands and even less skill | |
| I don' t know how it ever will come out | |
| Doctor I think it' s her I hear | |
| It' s always been | |
| But if this pain can be arranged | |
| In such a way to bring out beauty | |
| Then, well, who am I to stop it? | |
| I' ll bring her back and I won' t stop until it' s done | |
| Until this nightmare' s undone | |
| I need her | |
| Last call at the hospital | |
| You slept through it all | |
| And these four walls warn you | |
| That your surgery, it might not be the key | |
| To fix the memory of you and me | |
| I need her | |
| I need this | |
| The saddest songs can sing themselves, and just sing along | |
| So if death' s the answer, then the question is the trigger | |
| And I' m just the firing pin. | |
| Yeah I' m just a messenger | |
| So if death' s the answer, then the question is the trigger | |
| And I' m just the firing pin. | |
| And I' m just a messenger | |
| Doomed to detonate on delivery | |
| Last call at the hospital | |
| You slept through it all | |
| And these four walls warn you | |
| That your surgery, it might not be the key | |
| To fix the memory of you and me | |
| Last call at the hospital | |
| of you and me | |
| You slept through it all | |
| of you and me | |
| And these four walls warn you | |
| of you and me | |
| That your surgery, it might not be the key | |
| of you and me | |
| To fix the memory of you and me |