The Last Straw/Happy Ending (1999 Digital Remaster) - 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

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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