Unrecorded Night

I have been fighting the good fight But each unrecorded night Still tangles up my mind I'm haunted by these gaps of time And the things that I forgot Mornings I stumbled, spent Collecting evidence Braved through what I heard Though all I have are strangers' words And some hazy, scattered scenes A play of half forgotten dreams And all of the friends I thought I'd made While I was unafraid While I was unafraid Were bolstered by the booze A buddy only in the bruising Black of night By barroom candle light Recalling all our sad luck blues I had grown weary of the well And the work it took to waste myself Too numb to stir awake Too weak to own my own mistakes I could not break my graceless fall By staying out after last call And all of those friends I thought I'd made While we were unafraid While we were unafraid Were chasing down a muse From spirits with a top shelf view In spite of nothing coming to us But the worst We tried to quench our thirst For something that was new I know I'm never far From slipping back into my hole of hopeless habits Time and time alone Can ease desire into a soft and steady static It's only static It's only