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Eb Gm F, Gm F Eb, Eb Bb Bb6 Bb7+ Bb6 Eb Gm F It's a still life watercolor Eb Gm F Of a now late afternoon Eb Gm F As the sun shines through the curtain lace Bb Bb6 Bb7+ Bb6 And shadows wash the room Gm And we sit and drink our coffee Ab Couched in our indifference G Like shells upon the shore F You can hear the ocean roar Eb Gm F In the dangling conversation Bb F Eb And the superficial sighs Eb Bb Bb6 Bb7+ Bb6 The borders of our lives Eb Gm F And you read your Emily Dickinson Eb Gm F And I my Robert Frost Eb Gm F And we note our place with bookmarkers Bb Bb6 Bb7+ Bb6 That measure what we've lost Gm Like a poem poorly written Ab We are verses out of rhythm G Couplets out of rhyme F In syncopated time. Eb Gm F And the dangling conversation Bb F Eb And the superficial sighs Eb Bb B6 B7+ B6 Are the borders of our lives Eb Gm F Yes we speak of things that matter Eb Gm F With words that must be said Eb Gm F Can analysis be worthwhile? Bb Bb6 Bb7+ Bb6 Is the theatre really dead? Gm And how the room has softly faded Ab And I only kiss your shadow G I cannot feel your hand F You're a stranger now unto me Eb Gm F Lost in the dangling conversation Bb F Eb And the superficial sighs Eb Bb Bb6 Bb7+ Bb6 Bb? In the borders of our lives
Written by Paul Simon
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