Parallel Lines — Kings Of Convenience

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 of how it would be If one the music entered, you did not retreat In my imagination, 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 Parallel lines, move so fast Toward the same point Infinity is as near as it is far