[Intro]
C G D  G D C  C G Em
[Strophe]
       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
[Strophe]
        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
[Strophe]
       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
[Outro]
            C        G     D               G    D      C 
Lost in the dangling conversation, And the superficial sighs 
                      G     Em 
In the borders of our lives