Marillion - Slainte Mhath lyrics

(fish, steve rothery, mark kelly, pete trewavas, ian mosley)<br><br>A hand held over a candle in angst fuelled bravado<br>A carbon trail scores a moist stretched palm<br>Trapped in the indecision of another fine menu<br>And you sit there and ask me to tell you the story so far<br>This is the story so far<br><br>Shuffling your memories dealing your doodles in margins<br>You scrawl out your poems across a beermat or two<br>And when you declare the point of grave creation<br>They turn round and you to tell them the story so far<br>This is the story so far<br><br>And you listen with a tear in you eye<br>To their hopes and betrayals and your only reply<br>Is slàinte mhath<br><br>Princes in exile raising the standard drambuie<br>Parading their anecdotes tired from old campaigns<br>Holding their own last orders commanding attention<br>We sit here and listen to all of the story so far<br>This is the story so far<br><br>Take it away<br>Take it away<br>Take it away<br>Take me away<br>Take me away<br>Take me away<br>Take me away<br>Take me away<br><br>From the dream on the barbed wire at flanders and bilston glen<br>From a clydeside that rusts from the tears of it's broken men<br>From the realisation that all we've been left behind<br>Is to stand like our fathers before us in the firing line<br><br>Waiting on the whistle to blow<br>We stand here waiting on the whistle to blow<br>They promised us miracles, and the whistle still blows<br>Broken promises but the whistle still blows<br>Waiting on the wistle to blow<br>We stand here waiting on the wistle to blow