Tytuł: The dangling conversation

• Wykonawca: Simon and Garfunkel
• Wyświetleń: 284

It's a still life water colour
   Of a now late afternoon
   As the sun shines through the curtained lace
   And the shadows wash the room
   And we sit and drink our coffee
   Couched in our indifference
   Like shells upon the shore
   You can hear the ocean roar
   In the dangling conversation
   And the superficial sighs
   The borders of our lives
  
   And you read your Emily Dickinson
   And I my Robert Frost
   And we note our place with book markers
   That measure what we've lost
   Like a poem poorly written
   We are verses out of rhythm
   Couplets out of rhyme
   In syncopated time
   And the dangling conversation
   And the superficial sighs
   Are the borders of our lives
  
   Yes, we speak of things that matter
   With words that must be said
   Can an analysis be worthwhile?
   Is the theatre really dead?
   And how the room is softly faded
   And I only kiss your shadow
   I cannot feel your hand
   You're a stranger now unto me
   Lost in the dangling conversation
   And the superficial sighs
   In the borders of our lives