in the begining there were answers

then they came along and changed all these questions

and they're answers seemed to change



so ill wait till i find the remote part of your heart

for nowhere else will let us choose a comfortable start



we stop in every passing place to watch the world move faster than we do

whatch and pass with out eyes closed the way we usually choose to



so ill wait till i find the remote part of your heart

for nowhere else will let us choose a comfortable start

and even if the breath between us smells of alcohol

we call it confusion in the best way possible



it isnt in the mirror

it isnt on the page

it's 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 fiction



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

you think your security

can keep you in purity

you will not shake it off

above or below

scottish friction scottish fiction