Artist: Kings of Convenience
Track: Parallel Lines

Lyrics
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