Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Relapsing, artist - Boys Night Out. Album song Trainwreck, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 25.07.2005
Record label: Ferret
Song language: English
Relapsing |
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 im 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 |
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 |