The Last Straw/Happy Ending - Marillion
Hotel hobbies padding
Dawn's hollow corridors
A typewriter cackles out
A stream of memories
Drying out a conscience
Evicting a nightmare
Opening the doors for
The dreams to come home
We live our lives in private shells
Ignore our senses and fool ourselves
To thinking that out there
That someone else cares
Someone to answer all our prayers
All our prayers
Are we too far gone
Are we so irresponsible
Have we lost our balls
Or do we just not care
We're terminal cases
That keep talking medicine
Pretending the end isn't quite that near
We make futile gestures
Act to the cameras
With our made-up faces and our PR smiles
And when the angel comes down
Down to deliver us
We'll find out that after all
We're only men of straw
But everything is still the same
Passing the time and passing the blame
We carry on in the same old way
We'll find out we left it too late one day
To say what we meant to say
Just when you thought
It was safe to go back to the water
Those problems seem to arise
The ones you never really thought of
The feeling you get is similar
To something like drowning
Out of your mind you're out of your depth
You should have taken soundings
Clutching at straws we're clutching at straws
We're clutching at straws
And if you ever come across us
Don't give us your sympathy
You can buy us a drink
And just shake our hands
And you'll recognise by the reflection
In our eyes that deep down inside
We're all one and the same
We're clutching at straws
We're still drowning
Clutching at straws
We're still drowning yeah Clutching at straws
We're clutching at straws
I'm still drowning
We're clutching at straws
I'm still drowning
We're clutching at straws
I'm still drowning
We're clutching at straws
I'm still drowning
We're clutching at straws
I'm still drowning
We're clutching at straws
I'm still drowning
We're clutching at straws
I'm still drowning
We're clutching at straws
I'm still drowning
We're clutching at straws
I'm still drowning
We're clutching at straws
I'm still drowning