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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 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 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 (featuring poet Edwin Morgan) 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 SongtexteThere'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 will keep you in purity You will not shake us off Above or below Scottish friction, Scottish fiction Aus Songtexte Mania