Parallel Lines

What's the immaterial substance

That envelopes two,

That one perceives 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

Songwriters

BOE, EIRIK GLAMBEK / OEYE, ERLEND OTREPublished by

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