Album: The remote part (2002)





(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 I'll 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 I'll 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 isn't in the mirror, it isn't on the page

It's a red hearted vibration

Pushing through the walls of dark imagination

Finding 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 friction



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 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