Kings Of Convenience
Parallel Lines
What's the immaterial substance
that envelopes two, that one percieves as hunger and the other as food. I wake in tangeled covers, to a sash of snow, you dream in a cartoon garden, I could never know. Innocent imitation, you are cast in gold, your image a compensation for me to hold. Parallel lines, move so fast, toward the same point, infinity is as near as it is far.
From Letras Mania