the 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,
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.

- Idlewild