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It's a still life water color |
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Of a now late afternoon |
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As the sun shines through the curtain lace |
| [00:26.19] |
And shadows wash the room |
| [00:31.06] |
And we sit and drink our coffee |
| [00:37.00] |
Couched in our indifference |
| [00:39.50] |
Like shells upon the shore |
| [00:41.88] |
You can hear the ocean roar |
| [00:46.00] |
In the dangling conversation |
| [00:47.13] |
And the superficial sighs |
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The borders of our lives |
| [01:00.22] |
And you read your Emily Dickinson |
| [01:04.29] |
And I my Robert Frost |
| [01:08.22] |
And we note our place with bookmarkers |
| [01:12.16] |
That measure what we've lost |
| [01:16.97] |
Like a poem poorly written |
| [01:22.28] |
We are verses out of rhythm |
| [01:25.60] |
Couplets out of rhyme |
| [01:28.04] |
In syncopated time |
| [01:31.53] |
And the dangling conversation |
| [01:32.66] |
And the superficial sighs |
| [01:39.78] |
Are the borders of our lives |
| [01:46.34] |
Yes, we speak of things that matter |
| [01:50.47] |
With words that must be said |
| [01:55.40] |
＂Can analysis be worthwhile?＂ |
| [01:58.53] |
＂Is the theater really dead?＂ |
| [02:02.34] |
And how the room is softly faded |
| [02:08.28] |
And I only kiss your shadow |
| [02:13.78] |
I cannot feel your hand |
| [02:15.10] |
You're a stranger now unto me |
| [02:17.39] |
Lost in the dangling conversation |
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And the superficial sighs |
| [02:25.75] |
In the borders of our lives |
