Letras de Dangling Conversation

It′s a still-life watercolor
Of the now-late afternoon
And 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
We can hear the ocean roar

In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
That are the borders of our lives

And you read your Emily Dickinson
And I my Robert Frost
And we note our place with bookmarkers
To measure what we've lost
Like a poem poorly written
We′re verses out of rhythm
s out of rhyme
In syncopated time

Lost in the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
That are the borders of our lives

And we speak of things that matter
In words that must be said
Can analysis be worthwhile?
Is the church really dead?
And how the room is softly fading
I can 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