Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Last Straw, artist - Fish.
Date of issue: 03.03.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Last Straw |
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 out senses and fool ourselves |
Into thinking that out there there’s someone else cares |
Someone to answer 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 pr smiles |
And when the angel comes down to deliver us |
We’ll find out after all, we’re only men of straw |
But everything is still the same |
Passing the time passing out 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 some sort of drowning |
When you are out of your mind, out of your depth |
You should have taken soundings |
We’re clutching at straws, we’re clutching at straws 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 reflections in our eyes |
That deep down inside we’re all one and the same |
We’re clutching at straws still drowning |