(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 ?etil 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 ?etill 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
      (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 friction
    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 friction