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