Exile On Princes Street Lyrics - Fish

I saw a blue umbrella in princes street garden 

Heading out west for the lothian road 

An evening news stuffed deep in the pocket 

Little did I know that he had a heavy load 

I found I was walking grierson's dockyards 

Where the only thing working was the foreign film crews 

Making an impressive documentary 

For the news, for the news 

To the satellite 

And all we're left with is the black, black oil 

With a sense of pride and identity 

The waters left behind we shouldn't forget 

Laid low in the books of history 

I saw the starlings wheel round georgian spires 

They're gathering on patrol in the skies 

In the distance burns the flame of grangemouth 

And the dream is lost 

Everything 

What it could inspire 

When we take, you know there is no distance 

How we're talked about in the secret affairs 

Taking our ride into the distance 

To be what it was or could have been 

What I should have said 

And all we're left with is the black, black oil 

With a strong sense of national pride 

'till we take some more steps to unity 

Take it back to me 

Take away 

(? ) 

And all we're left with is the black, black oil 

With a strong sense of national pride 

Calling the (ministry? ) for identity 

What it meant to me, what it said 

What we could have had 

I saw a blue umbrella in princes street garden 

Heading out west for the lothian road 

An evening news stuck deep in the pocket 

Little did I know that he'd fall 

Carrying a heavy load 

And all we're left with is the black, black oil 

With a strong sense of national pride 

Calling a name in the sake of unity 

What it meant to me you'll never know 

You'll never know 

I see myself forced in servant exile 

Turning around at another's command 

All I want to see is identity 

What I could have been 

What I did 

Could have been 

Internal exile 

Internal exile