- Votes:
 - Composers:
 - Dick
 - Derek William/mosley
 - Ian/kelly
 - Mark/trewavas
 - Peter
 
- See also:
 
Fish - The Last Straw lyrics
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
 Fish - The Last Straw - http://motolyrics.com/fish/the-last-straw-lyrics.html
 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









