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