[00:13.15]It's a still-life watercolor
[00:17.41]Of a now-late afternoon
[00:21.18]As the sun shines through the curtain lace
[00:25.18]And shadows wash the room
[00:29.95]And we sit and drink our coffee
[00:35.77]Couched in our indifference
[00:38.27]Like shells upon the shore
[00:40.82]You can hear the ocean roar
[00:44.83]In the dangling conversation
[00:48.74]And the superficial sighs
[00:52.88]The borders of our lives
[00:59.09]And you read your Emily Dickinson
[01:03.28]And I my Robert Frost
[01:07.09]And we note our place with book markers
[01:11.03]That measure what we've lost
[01:15.81]Like a poem poorly written
[01:21.05]We are verses out of rhythm
[01:24.47]Couplets out of rhyme in syncopated time
[01:30.56]And the dangling conversation
[01:34.77]And the superficial sighs
[01:38.73]Are the borders of our lives
[01:44.96]Yes, we speak of things that matter
[01:49.38]With words that must be said
[01:53.29]Can analysis be worthwhile?
[01:57.07]Is the theater really dead?
[02:01.65]And how the room has softly faded
[02:07.21]And I only kiss your shadow
[02:10.11]I cannot feel your hand
[02:12.71]You're a stranger now unto me
[02:16.22]Lost in the dangling conversation
[02:20.58]And the superficial sighs
[02:24.55]In the borders of our lives