In the beginning there were answers
Then they came along and changed
All these questions and their answers seemed to change
So IÔÇÖll wait 'til I find the remote part of your heart
And nowhere else will let us choose a comfortable start
We stop at 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 IÔÇÖll wait 'til I find the remote part of your heart
And nowhere 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
It isn't in the mirror, it isn't on the page
It's a red hearted vibration
Pushing through the walls of dark imagination
Finidng no equation
There's a red road rage, but it's not road rage
It's asylum seekers engulfed by a grudge
Scottish friction, Scottish fiction
It isn't in the castle, it isn't in the mist
It's a calling of the waters as they break to show
the new black death with reactos aglow
Do you think your security will keep you in purity
You will not shake us off
Above or below
Scottish friction, Scottish fiction
