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       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 m