Marillion - Exile on Princes Street lyrics

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