Even the odd one out is in with a shout

Weather the term and

Weather the storm

The clumsy climb and

The elegant fall

Even the odd one out is in with a shout



That may be the story

That may be the lie

With great ease, with the pole greased

It's down you slide



Must you protest till you're blue in the face

Or blue in the blood



An ugly greed is the sole need

On a fragile high

But I can't breathe

I just can't seem to acclimatise



It's all coming back to me now

I fell to the ground and slowly came round

And you stood over me

And you told me it never will be

But don't tell me it never will be

Don't tell me it never will be



I'm out of my depth,

I've come up for air



Show me how to become

The life and soul of something

- anything



Show me the film of when I was young

I didn't climb trees then

I'm not climbing them now