Letra Slàinthe mhath Marillion

Slàinthe mhath

A hand held over a candle in angst fuelled bravadoa carbon trail scores a moist stretched palm
Trapped in the indecision of another fine menuand you sit there and ask me to tell you the story so far
This is the story so far Shuffling your memories dealing your doodles in marginsyou scrawl out your poems across a beermat or twoand when you declare the point of grave creation
They turn round and ask you to tell them the story so far
This is the story so far And you listen with a tear in your eyeto their hopes and betrayals and your only replyis Slàinthe mhath Princes in exile raising the standard Drambuieparading their anecdotes tired from old campaignsholding their own last orders commanding attentionwe sit here and listen to all of the story so far
This is the story so far Take it away, take it away, take it away
Take me away From the dream on the barbed wire at Flanders and Bilston GlenFrom a Clydeside that rusts from the tears of its broken menfrom the realisation that all we've been left behindis to stand like our fathers before us in the firing line Waiting on the whistle to blow, we stand here waitingon the whistle to blow
They promised us miracles, and the whistle still blowsbroken promises, and the whistle still blows
The whistle still blows