The Dangling Conversation

As made famous by: Simon and Garfunkel

It's a still life water color,
Of a now late afternoon
As the sun shines through the curtained lace
And 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 bookmarkers
That measure what we've lost.
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm Couplets out of rhyme,
In syncopated time
Lost in 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 analysis be worthwhile?"
"Is the theater 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

I really like this song. ^_^~

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