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 |