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I'll pick a brand that's good to find it's out of date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