Internal Exile [1989 version] Fish (Rock)

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I saw a blue umbrella in Princes Street Gardens
Heading out west for the Lothian Road
An Evening News stuffed deep in his pocket
Wrapped up in his problems to keep away the cold

Grierson's spirit haunts the dockyard
The only men working, documentary crews
Shooting film as the lines get longer
As the seams run out, as the oil runs dry

Hey there, laddie, internal exile
When will you see that we got to let go?
Hey there, lassie, internal exile
When will you realize we got to let go?

Starlings wheeling, Georgian spires
And the fires of Grangemouth burn the skies
A lion sleeps in a tenement close
In a country that's tired and deaf to his roar

Hey there, laddie, internal exile
When will you see that we got to let go?
Hey there, lassie, internal exile
When will you realize we got to let go?
We got to go now
Oh, would you please let us go now?