(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 will wait etil I find the remote part of your heart Nowhere else wi 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 will wait eti will I find the remote part of your heart When no where else wi 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 isnt in the mirror, it isnt on the page Its a red hearted vibration Pushing through the walls of dark imagination Finding no equation There is a red road rage, But its not road rage Its asylum seekers engulfed by a grudge
Scottish friction, Scottish friction
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 Do you think your security wi will keep you in purity You wi will not shake us off Above or below
Scottish friction, Scottish friction
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