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 oh 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 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 oh