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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 'til 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 'til 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,
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 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,
Do you think your security will keep you in purity,
You will not shake us off,
Above or below,
Scottish friction, Scottish fiction,
