In Remote Part / Scottish Fiction

Idlewild

(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 until 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 until 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