<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=86307" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Last Straw</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(fish, steve rothery, mark kelly, pete trewavas, ian mosley)<br>Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors<br>A typewriter cackles out a stream of memories<br>Drying out a conscience, evicting a nightmare<br>Opening the doors for the dreams to come home<br>We live out lives in private shells<br>Ignore our senses and fool ourselves<br>To thinking that out there theres someone else cares<br>Someone to answer all our prayers, all our prayers...<br>Are we too far gone, are we so irresponsible<br>Have we lost our balls, or do we just not care<br>Were terminal cases that keep talking medicine<br>Pretending the end isnt quite that near<br>We make futile gestures, act to the cameras<br>With our made up faces and pr smiles<br>And when the angel comes down, down to deliver us<br>Well find out that after all, were only men of straw<br>But everything is still the same<br>Passing the time passing the blame<br>We carry on in the same old way<br>Well find out we left it too late one day to say what we meant to say<br>Just when you thought it was safe to go back to the water<br>Those problems seem to arise the ones you never really thought of<br>The feeling you get is similar to something like drowning<br>Out of your mind, youre out of your depth, you should have taken soundings<br>Clutching at straws, were clutching at straws, were clutching at straws<br>And if you ever come across us dont give us your sympathy<br>You can buy us a drink and just shake our hands<br>And youll recognise by the reflection in our eyes that deep down inside were all one and the same<br>Were clutching at straws<br>Were still drowning<br>Clutching at straws<br>Were still drowning, yeah clutching at straws<br>Im still drowning<br>Were clutching at straws<br>Im still drowning</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Marillion - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=86307" data-title="The Last Straw" data-description="(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 ..."></div> </div> </div>

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