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[Intro]C G D G D C C G Em[Estrofe]C G DIt's a still life water colorC G DOf a now late afternoonC G AmAs the sun shines through the curtain laceG EmAnd shadows wash the roomGAnd we sit and drink our coffeeF ECast in our indifference, like shells upon the shoreDYou can hear the ocean roarC G D G D CIn the dangling conversation, and the superficial sighsG EmThe borders of our lives[Estrofe]C G DAnd you read your Emily DickensonC G DAnd I my Robert FrostC G AmAnd we note our place with bookmarkersG EmThat measure what we've lostGLike a poem poorly writtenF EWe are verses out of rhythm, Couplets out of rhymeDIn syncopated timeC G D G D CAnd the dangling conversation, And the superficial sighsG EmAre the borders of our lives[Estrofe]C G DYes we speak of things that matterC G DWith words that must be saidC G AmCan analysis be worthwhileG EmIs the theater really dead?GAnd how the room is softly fadedF EAnd I only kiss your shadow, I cannot feel your handDYou're a stranger now unto me[Outro]C G D G D CLost in the dangling conversation, And the superficial sighsG EmIn the borders of our lives