Slàinte Mhath Lyrics

A hand held over a candle in angst-filled bravado
A carbon trail scores a moist stretch park
Trapped in the indecision of another fine menu
You sit down and ask me to tell you the story′s over
(And the story's over)

Shuffling your memories, stealing your doodles and margins
You scrawl out your poems across a beer mat or two
And when you declare the point of grave creation
They sit down and ask you to tell them the story′s over
This is the story's over

And you listen with a tear in your eye
To their hopes and betrayals and their ugly replies
This last goodbye

Princes in exile raising the standard tramp airway
Parade their anecdotes tired from all campaigns
Holding their own last orders commanding attention
As we sit down and listen to all the stories suffer
This is the story's over

Take me away
Take me away
Take me away
Take me away
Take me away
Take me away
Take me away
Take me away

From the dream of the barbed wire that flanders and builds the blame
From the crime scene that rests in the tears of its broken name
To the realization that all we′ve been left behind
This is still like a spotlight before us, a firefly

Waiting on the whistle to blow
Sing it, baby
Waiting on the whistle to blow
And they promised us make-ups and the whistle still blows
Broken promises and the whistle still blows
Waiting on the whistle to blow
We′re standing waiting on the whistle to blow