Grip

My colour is yellow

my number is one

My purity's black but my anger has mellowed

And to lose my footing on the slopes of hope

And to lose my grip when I had enough rope

Here I stumble, here I fall

Here I stumble, here I fall...

Losing that final

the score still rankles

My life's ninety minutes on a dodgy right ankle

Flying on rusting wings

swimming with a stitch

Running on blisters

swooning with an itch

I've fallen out of love

you've fallen out of hate

I'll pick a brand that's good to find it's out of date

An angel on one shoulder

the devil straight across

I think I'll win this day

but I don't know at what cost

To be a walking shadow of a man once was

This grand facade's another river we'll cross

So don't lose your footing on the slopes of hope

Take my grip

we'll find enough

we'll find enough rope

And here we stumble

but we won't fall

And here we stumble

but we won't fall

No we'll never fall.