[00:14.50]It's a still life water color
[00:18.38]Of a now late afternoon
[00:22.25]As the sun shines through the curtain lace
[00:26.19]And shadows wash the room
[00:31.06]And we sit and drink our coffee
[00:37.00]Couched in our indifference
[00:39.50]Like shells upon the shore
[00:41.88]You can hear the ocean roar
[00:46.00]In the dangling conversation
[00:47.13]And the superficial sighs
[00:50.50]
[00:53.97]The borders of our lives
[01:00.22]And you read your Emily Dickinson
[01:04.29]And I my Robert Frost
[01:08.22]And we note our place with bookmarkers
[01:12.16]That measure what we've lost
[01:16.97]Like a poem poorly written
[01:22.28]We are verses out of rhythm
[01:25.60]Couplets out of rhyme
[01:28.04]In syncopated time
[01:31.53]And the dangling conversation
[01:32.66]And the superficial sighs
[01:39.78]Are the borders of our lives
[01:46.34]Yes, we speak of things that matter
[01:50.47]With words that must be said
[01:55.40]＂Can analysis be worthwhile?＂
[01:58.53]＂Is the theater really dead?＂
[02:02.34]And how the room is softly faded
[02:08.28]And I only kiss your shadow
[02:13.78]I cannot feel your hand
[02:15.10]You're a stranger now unto me
[02:17.39]Lost in the dangling conversation
[02:18.96]
[02:19.88]And the superficial sighs
[02:25.75]In the borders of our lives