Alter Ego Follow

Heading out west for the Lothian Road
An evening news stuffed deep in the pocket
Little did I know that even a heavy load

I found us walking Grierson's dockyards
Where the only thing working was foreign film crews
Making an impressive documentary
For the big 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
Gathering on patrol in the skies
In the distance burns the flame of Grangemouth
And the dream is lost, everything what it could inspire

From the take you know there is no distance
How we talk 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
'Til we take some more steps to unity
Take it back to me, take it back in a city run out of luck

And all we're left with is the black, black oil
With a strong sense of national pride
Calling the name for identity
What it meant to me, what I 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 means 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

Heading out west for the Lothian Road
An evening news stuffed deep in the pocket