Вершы: The Faint. Call Call.

I'd sleep on the white tile lobby floor
And pace until the time to visit starts
The bright lights are on but I'm away

How nervous a voice sounds on the phone
You agree when you check in at the desk
Permission and trust in every move

I'd be beside you when they're done
But I'll have to wait until I can call
The blood kept you home while I was gone

They left you a note when you woke up
"Don't be alarmed by wooden splints"
There won't be a need for you to call

Excuses for careless doctor errors
Acceptance by all past patients
Have allowed for a cold disclaiming note

The warning is there, no need to call