My colour is yellow
My number is one
My puritys 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 lifes ninety minutes on a dodgy right ankle
Flying on rusting wings
Swimming with a stitch
Running on blisters
Swooning with an itch
Ive fallen out of love
Youve fallen out of hate
Ill pick a brand thats good to find its out of date
An angel on one shoulder
The devil straight across
I think Ill win this day
But I dont know at what cost
To be a walking shadow of a man once was
This grand facades another river well cross
So dont lose your footing on the slopes of hope
Take my grip
Well find enough
Well find enough rope
And here we stumble
But we wont fall
And here we stumble
But we wont fall
No well never fall