I awoke all hung withdrawn and sordid. nIf eyes are windows on the soul nthen mine were locked and boarded. nMy body; numb, in pain from the neck up nwhich seemed more suited nto a prisoner or a shallow dive nthat's poorly executed. nWhere had all my money gone? nA damp receipt alluded nto a tab and taxi flag-fare nthat my bank-card had saluted. nAnd I couldn't tell you hownI made it home before the sun. nOr pick the barman from a police line-up of one. nnI'm in the dark with a shot in the arm. nFalling glass and a rising alarm. nI'm in the dark with a shot in the arm. nnI've tried to trace my tracks nfrom their beginning to conclusion. nBut there's not a lot that nhasn't just been lost in the confusion. nTo that guilt-induced amnesia nall my memories succumb nbar your beauty, your kindness and the stupid things I've donennIn the dark with a shot in the arm. nFalling glass and a rising alarm. nI'm in the dark with a shot in the arm. nnShook off that cold somehow. nI can wear short sleeves now. nIt's ice behind my brow. nThe inner-north sea is staying calm. nnIt's my past that'll do you harm.