He said I'll never be the face on a magazine
I
She grew thin, and uncommunicative
She's slipping in
Running water seemed to
Galveston, oh Galveston
I still hear your sea-winds blowing
I still see
Another friday night alone in the basement
Another TV movie I
I've not been getting enough sleep now
I'm failing to appear
I've
I was comatose
I was drinking it in tomorrow
I was stealing
Let me make a fashion statement
I don't like that shirt
Choose between the sunburn and the blues
Scrape the suncream from
Take my hand and decide
You've learnt to live
But do you
Real life
Real lies
Real photos
They're in black and white
Real love
Real life
L
Tonight I'm melancholy but I'm meant to be
I slipped into
If I learned to sing I would in a telephone
» More on Straw