It's always truths that make it seem out of sync to you. nIt's always truths that make it feel like abuse. nIt's what you threw back to me I throw back at you. nAnd always what you knew that never gave me a chance. nWords like dawn and daylight and time. nI want to give them meaning. nI want to let you see what I could draw down. nOr maybe scratch into the ground under your feet. nnNext to you. nNext to me. nStanding on the Cathkin Braes. nI'm looking the other way. nYou're looking at the city. nNext to you. nNext to me. nStanding on the Cathkin Braes. nnAnd it's all the other way. nThese awkward truths. nThey make it feel out of sync to you. This awkward truth it nmakes it seem like abuse. nIt's what you threw back to me nI throw back at you. nAnd always what you knew that never gave me a chance.