It`s a still life water color
On a now late afternoon
And the sun shines through the curtain lace
And the shadows wash the room
And we sit and drink our coffee
Cast in our indifference
Like shells on the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
The borders of our lives

And you read your Emily Dickenson
And I my Robert Frost
And we note our places 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
The border of our lives

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 shaded
And our holy kisses shadow

I cannot feel your hand
You`re stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
The border of our lives