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