Testo The Last Straw - Marillion

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