Kings Of Convenience

Parallel Lines

Kings Of Convenience

Quiet Is the New Loud

What's the immaterial substance that envelopes two
That one perceives as hunger and the other as food?
I wake in tangled covers to a sash of snow
You dream in a cartoon garden I could never know

Innocent imitation of how it would be
If when the music ended 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

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