Losing Grip from The Fall by Anchor End
I wrote most of this song while riding bike and running. It was written during the Black Lives Matter protests and also influenced by the 1968 Olympics race.
Tracklist
| 2. | Losing Grip | 3:11 |
Lyrics
I’m losing grip
Starting to feel my hands slip
Oh what’s the point of reaching out
If there’s nothing tangible to hold on to?
I started drowning halfway through this race
10/17/68
You can watch it all on live tv or stream
Raise our fists up in the air
I’m not sure where to go from here
Oh what’s the point of reaching out?
Oh what’s the point?
It took us centuries to get this far
but this mountain is more like a wall
We can lift each other up or tear it to the ground
I ride the city after dawn
I’m shocked by the signs out on the lawns
Oh what’s the point of reaching out?
By now you may have noticed that I haven’t been around
If it’s not the first thing that you think of in the morning
Then it’s the last thing on your mind before you close your eyes at night
You spend every day hurdling over barricades
Oh what’s the point?
I’m losing grip
Starting to feel my hands slip
Oh what’s the point of reaching out
If there’s nothing tangible to hold on to?
