作曲 : 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 Februrary 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.)