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 '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 'till 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

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 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 can keep you in purity? You will not shake us off Above or below

Scottish friction, Scottish fiction