Marillion - Exile On Princes Street Lyrics
(DickKellyMosleyRotheryTrewavas)I saw a blue umbrella in Princes Street GardenHeading out west for the Lothian RoadAn evening news stuffed deep in the pocketLittle did I know that even a heavy loadI found us walking Grierson's dockyardsWhere the only thing working was foreign film crewsMaking an impressive documentaryFor the big newsTo the satelliteAnd all we're left with is the black black oilWith a sense of pride and identityThe waters left behind we shouldn't forgetLaid low in the books of historyI saw the starlings wheel round Georgian spiresGathering on patrol in the skiesIn the distance burns the flame of GrangemouthAnd the dream is lostEverything what it could inspireFrom the take you know there is no distanceHow we talk about in the secret affairsTaking our ride into the distanceTo be what it was or could have beenWhat I should have saidAnd all we're left with is the black black oilWith a strong sense of national pride'Till we take some more steps to unityTake it back to meTake it backIn a city run out of luckAnd all we're left with is the black, black oilWith a strong sense of national prideCalling the ... for identityWhat it meant to me, what I saidWhat we could have hadI saw a blue umbrella in Princes Street GardenHeading out west for the Lothian RoadAn evening news stuck deep in the pocketLittle did I know that he'd fallCarrying a heavy loadAnd all we're left with is the black black oilWith a strong sense of national prideCalling a name in the sake of unityWhat it means to me you'll never knowYou'll never
