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
