The Last Straw — текст песни (marillion)

(fish, steve rothery, mark kelly, pete trewavas, ian mosley)



Hotel hobbies padding dawns 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 out lives in private shells

Ignore our senses and fool ourselves

To thinking that out there theres 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

Were terminal cases that keep talking medicine

Pretending the end isnt quite that near

We make futile gestures, act to the cameras

With our made up faces and pr smiles

And when the angel comes down, down to deliver us

Well find out that after all, were only men of straw



But everything is still the same

Passing the time passing the blame

We carry on in the same old way

Well 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, youre out of your depth, you should have taken soundings

Clutching at straws, were clutching at straws, were clutching at straws



And if you ever come across us dont give us your sympathy

You can buy us a drink and just shake our hands

And youll recognise by the reflection in our eyes that deep down inside were all one and the same



Were clutching at straws

Were still drowning

Clutching at straws

Were still drowning, yeah clutching at straws

Im still drowning

Were clutching at straws

Im still drowning