[00:13.71]It's a still-life watercolor
[00:16.15]Of a now-late afternoon
[00:20.48]As the sun shines through the curtain lace
[00:24.23]And shadows wash the room
[00:29.66]And we sit and drink our coffee
[00:34.85]Couched in our indifference
[00:38.19]Like shells upon the shore
[00:41.02]You can hear the ocean roar
[00:44.26]In the dangling conversation
[00:48.47]And the superficial sighs
[00:52.45]The borders of our lives
[00:56.55]🎵
[00:58.56]And you read your Emily Dickinson
[01:02.60]And I my Robert Frost
[01:06.17]And we note our place with book markers
[01:10.33]That measure what we've lost
[01:15.40]Like a poem poorly written
[01:20.57]We are verses out of rhythm
[01:24.25]Couplets out of rhyme
[01:26.52]In syncopated time
[01:29.30]And the dangling conversation
[01:34.65]And the superficial sighs
[01:38.61]Are the borders of our lives
[01:44.47]Yes, we speak of things that matter
[01:48.31]With words that must be said
[01:53.16]Can analysis be worthwhile?
[01:56.78]Is the theater really dead?
[02:01.29]And how the room has softly faded
[02:06.67]And I only kiss your shadow
[02:09.91]I cannot feel your hand
[02:12.43]You're a stranger now unto me
[02:16.51]Lost in the dangling conversation
[02:19.51]And the superficial sighs
[02:24.88]In the borders of our lives
[02:27.31]🎵