The Dangling Conversation

Song	The Dangling Conversation
Artist	Simon
Album	The Essential Simon & Garfunkel

	Lyrics：Paul Simon Music：Paul Simon
	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,
	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
	And the dangled 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.

	Lyrics: Paul Simon Music: Paul Simon
	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,
	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
	And the dangled 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.