It's a still life water color,
Of a now late afternoon,
As the sun shines through the curtained lace
And shadows wash the room.
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference,
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs,
Are the borders of our lives.

And you read your Emily Dickinson,
And I my Robert Frost,
And we note our place 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
Lost in the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs,
Are the borders 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 faded
And I 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,
In the borders of our lives.

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    General Commentpaul simon and art garfunkle wrote this. its a good song.
    brain.damageon April 05, 2006   Link
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    General CommentThis version that she does as a duet (with Joan Baez, I believe) is one of the most hauntingly beautiful renditions of this (or maybe any song) that I have ever heard.

    ...and it's all about the loss of intimacy between a couple who are basically just going through the motions. It looks lovely on the surface, but that's all there is to it. Classic Simon and Garfunkel.
    Sylviedon June 20, 2011   Link

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