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