In Remote Part/Scottish Fiction - Idlewild

In the beginning, there were answers

Then they came along and changed

All these questions and their answers seemed to change

So I’ll wait 'til I find the remote part of your heart

When 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 'til I find the remote part of your heart

When 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 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

Theres 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 reactors aglow

You think your security

Can keep you in purity

You will not shake us off

Above or below

Scottish friction, Scottish fiction