Parallel lines... parallel lives
We've seen too much, to try and forget
Different spaces... similar times
We drag our feet, to stave off regret
But if you lived in this world, my love
Like you've bought illusions
Would the clouds turn from white to grey
Would the scales drop from your eyes
Would there still be parallel lines
Too much... too soon
Perhaps... but we can never go back
So feeble now and empty
We paper over the cracks
Now that you live in this world, my love
Do you still buy illusions
Has the sky turned from blue to black
Have the scales dropped from your eyes
And are there no longer parallel lines