Sanoja: 311. First Straw.

Oh, a whole new way of looking at things
The way you react to phone rings
The way it feels when you just let it flow

Sometimes I wonder just how it could be
To take care of it before we see it off the rails
I think that you should know

You never cease to amaze me
You keep me from going crazy
And that's one thing I know for sure

Sometimes I see just how it all will be
To take care of it it's so easy, the first straw
And this I know for sure

The first straw so small it seemed impossible
The next straw vanished like shooting stars that fall
The last straw there's no reason for getting there at all, yeah
No reason to take it there at all, yeah

The last straw can land in your mix
Your best day could be apocalypse
Nobody paid attention to the first straw

It seems the last one is all we ever saw

The first straws a metaphor I pick up myself
It tells me something by showing me something else
I think that you should know

The first straw so small it seemed impossible
The next straw vanished like shooting stars that fall
The last straw there's no reason for getting there at all, yeah
No reason to take it there at all, yeah

Everyone reacts when it gets to the weight of breaking the back
I won't let that be us 'cause the loss I'd never get past, yeah

First straw so small it seemed impossible
Next straw vanished like shooting stars that fall
Last straw there's no reason for getting there at all, yeah

The first straw so small it seemed impossible
The next straw vanished like shooting stars that fall
The last straw there's no reason for getting there at all, yeah