(IN REMOTE PART)
In the beginning, there were answers
Then they came along and changed
All these questions and their answers seem to change

So Ill wait 'etil I find the remote part of your heart
Nowhere else will let us choose a comfortable start

We stop in every passing place
To watch the world move faster than we do
Watch it pass with our eyes closed the way we usually choose to

So Ill wait 'etill I find the remote part of your heart
When no where else will let us choose a comfortable start
And even if the breath between us smells of alcohol
Call it confusion in the best way possible


(SCOTTISH FICTION)
It isnt in the mirror, it isnt on the page
Its a red hearted vibration
Pushing through the walls of dark imagination
Finding no equation
Theres a red road rage,
But its not road rage
Its asylum seekers engulfed by a grudge

Scottish friction, Scottish friction

It isnt in the castle, it isnt in the mist
Its a calling of the waters as they break to show
The new black death with reactors aglow
Do you think your security will keep you in purity
You will not shake us off
Above or below

Scottish friction, Scottish friction