It's always truths that make it seem out of sync to you.
It's always truths that make it feel like abuse.
It's what you threw back to me I throw back at you.
And always what you knew that never gave me a chance.
Words like dawn and daylight and time.
I want to give them meaning.
I want to let you see what I could draw down.
Or maybe scratch into the ground under your feet.
Next to you.
Next to me.
Standing on the Cathkin Braes.
I'm looking the other way.
You're looking at the city.
Next to you.
Next to me.
Standing on the Cathkin Braes.
And it's all the other way.
These awkward truths.
They make it feel out of sync to you. This awkward truth it
makes it seem like abuse.
It's what you threw back to me
I throw back at you.
And always what you knew that never gave me a chance.