The Night I Lost The Will To Fight — Cursive

I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame That once burned within these fists where defeat remains

The night has fallen down the staircase...

I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame That once burned within these fists where defeat remains One Februrary night, we screamed our agonies And I swear I tried to care I tried, I tried...

But the icicles hung down like prison bars...

I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame That once burned within these fists where defeat remains One February night, we screamed our agonies And I swear I tried to care I tried, I tried... (And) I lost the will to fight... The will to fight... (I lost the will to fight... I lost the will to fight... I lost it... I lost it... I lost the will to fight.)