Parallel Lines Never Separate

By Spirogyra

On Bells, Boots and Shambles

Released on 1973

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The lights were high and burning

The room was filled up with men

Some playing cards for higher stakes

Some looking into telescopes pointed within them

Be with me

It's you and me

I feel you're on my side

Be my space

A trace of lace

A face that's near to mine

They're going back, they've had it

They're slipping up on their ends

These foolish men with eyes of ice

A culmination of things that were never inevitable

Be my wing

My everything

My platform to the sky

Be my gem

A star for them

Upon the other side

I'm caught on a cloud

Feeling mortified

I'm floating away

A stranger with no eyes

A loser with no ties

A laughter rings

With plenty to do

I never would complain

Feet losing the ground

I'm always out of time

I always miss the line

That doesn't count

But oh no, no, no no

Why must I always be far away

Gone astray, caught like a bubble in the wind?

They took him away

They said that he was bad

He told them the truth

They said he had to pay

They said he couldn't stay

They always choose

But oh no, no, no

Why must I always be far away

Gone astray, acting like traitors trapped in time?