No Choice - Grip lyrics

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Swooning with an itch I’ve fallen out of love You’ve fallen out of hate I’ll pick a brand that’s good to find it’s out of date An angel on one shoulder The devil straight across I think I’ll win this day But I don’t know at what cost To be a walking shadow of a man once was This grand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