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

One February 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.)