[00:13.22]It's a still-life watercolor
[00:17.52]Of a now-late afternoon
[00:21.34]As the sun shines through the curtain lace
[00:25.38]And shadows wash the room
[00:30.24]And we sit and drink our coffee
[00:35.98]Couched in our indifference
[00:38.34]Like shells upon the shore
[00:40.94]You can hear the ocean roar
[00:44.99]In the dangling conversation
[00:48.99]And the superficial sighs
[00:53.05]The borders of our lives
[00:57.15]🎵
[00:59.24]And you read your Emily Dickinson
[01:03.41]And I my Robert Frost
[01:07.23]And we note our place with book markers
[01:11.26]That measure what we've lost
[01:16.15]Like a poem poorly written
[01:21.35]We are verses out of rhythm
[01:24.60]Couplets out of rhyme
[01:26.96]In syncopated time
[01:30.50]And the dangling conversation
[01:34.89]And the superficial sighs
[01:38.86]Are the borders of our lives
[01:45.08]Yes, we speak of things that matter
[01:49.47]With words that must be said
[01:53.42]Can analysis be worthwhile?
[01:57.22]Is the theater really dead?
[02:01.87]And how the room has softly faded
[02:07.36]And I only kiss your shadow
[02:10.24]I cannot feel your hand
[02:12.86]You're a stranger now unto me
[02:16.41]Lost in the dangling conversation
[02:20.86]And the superficial sighs
[02:24.78]In the borders of our lives
[02:27.21]🎵