The Dangling Conversation
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โฑ๏ธ 2:42 duration
๐ ID: 694117
๐ Lyrics
It's a still life watercolor
Of a now-late afternoon
As the sun shines through the curtain 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 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 (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 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
Of a now-late afternoon
As the sun shines through the curtain 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 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 (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 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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:13.00] It's a still life watercolor
[00:17.24] Of a now-late afternoon
[00:20.92] As the sun shines through the curtain lace
[00:25.01] And shadows wash the room
[00:29.68] And we sit and drink our coffee
[00:34.81] Couched in our indifference, like shells upon the shore
[00:40.20] You can hear the ocean roar
[00:44.86] In the dangling conversation
[00:49.10] And the superficial sighs
[00:52.86] The borders of our lives
[00:59.00] And you read your Emily Dickinson
[01:02.57] And I my Robert Frost
[01:07.13] And we note our place with book markers
[01:10.90] That measure what we've lost
[01:15.42] Like a poem poorly written
[01:20.09] We are verses out of rhythm
[01:23.61] Couplets out of rhyme
[01:26.14] In syncopated time (in syncopated time)
[01:30.24] And the dangling conversation
[01:34.31] And the superficial sighs
[01:38.21] Are the borders of our lives
[01:44.47] Yes, we speak of things that matter
[01:48.88] With words that must be said
[01:52.67] "Can analysis be worthwhile?"
[01:56.78] "Is the theater really dead?"
[02:01.24] And how the room is softly faded
[02:06.98] And I only kiss your shadow, I cannot feel your hand
[02:12.05] You're a stranger now unto me
[02:15.83] Lost in the dangling conversation
[02:20.37] And the superficial sighs
[02:24.50] In the borders of our lives
[00:17.24] Of a now-late afternoon
[00:20.92] As the sun shines through the curtain lace
[00:25.01] And shadows wash the room
[00:29.68] And we sit and drink our coffee
[00:34.81] Couched in our indifference, like shells upon the shore
[00:40.20] You can hear the ocean roar
[00:44.86] In the dangling conversation
[00:49.10] And the superficial sighs
[00:52.86] The borders of our lives
[00:59.00] And you read your Emily Dickinson
[01:02.57] And I my Robert Frost
[01:07.13] And we note our place with book markers
[01:10.90] That measure what we've lost
[01:15.42] Like a poem poorly written
[01:20.09] We are verses out of rhythm
[01:23.61] Couplets out of rhyme
[01:26.14] In syncopated time (in syncopated time)
[01:30.24] And the dangling conversation
[01:34.31] And the superficial sighs
[01:38.21] Are the borders of our lives
[01:44.47] Yes, we speak of things that matter
[01:48.88] With words that must be said
[01:52.67] "Can analysis be worthwhile?"
[01:56.78] "Is the theater really dead?"
[02:01.24] And how the room is softly faded
[02:06.98] And I only kiss your shadow, I cannot feel your hand
[02:12.05] You're a stranger now unto me
[02:15.83] Lost in the dangling conversation
[02:20.37] And the superficial sighs
[02:24.50] In the borders of our lives