Lyrics
It's a still life water color,
Describing a tranquil scene captured in a painting.
Of a now late afternoon,
Depiction of the current late part of the day.
As the sun shines through the curtained lace
Light from the sun filtering through lace curtains.
And shadows wash the room.
Shadows filling the room.
And we sit and drink our coffee
Engaging in an activity while emotionally detached.
Couched in our indifference,
Being disinterested or uninvolved.
Like shells upon the shore
Metaphorically likened to shells on the shore, distant.
You can hear the ocean roar
Perceiving the distant echoes of the ocean.
In the dangling conversation
Shallow and unresolved discussions.
And the superficial sighs,
Shallow and inconsequential expressions of emotion.
The borders of our alliance.
The limitations or boundaries of their connection.
And you read your Emily Dickinson,
Engaging with poetry by Emily Dickinson.
And I my Robert Frost,
Reading poetry by Robert Frost.
And we note our place with bookmarkers
Marking their positions in life's journey.
That measure what we've lost.
Using bookmarks to measure their losses.
Like a poem poorly written
Comparing their lives to a poorly written poem.
We are verses out of rhythm,
Feeling out of sync or out of place.
Couplets out of rhyme,
Disconnected, lacking harmony or unity.
In syncopated time
Experiencing life in an irregular rhythm.
And the dangled conversation
Shallow and unresolved discussions, again.
And the superficial sighs,
Superficial expressions of emotion, repeated.
Are the borders of our alliance.
Reiteration of their connection's limitations.
Yes, we speak of things that matter,
Engaging in discussions about meaningful topics.
With words that must be said,
Using necessary words to communicate.
"Can analysis be worthwhile?"
Questioning the value of overanalyzing situations.
"Is the theater really dead?"
Questioning the vitality of art forms like theater.
And how the room is softly faded
Noting the room's gradual fading.
And I only kiss your shadow,
Expressing emotional distance through symbolism.
I cannot feel your hand,
Feeling disconnected physically.
You're a stranger now unto me
Perceiving a sense of unfamiliarity.
Lost in the dangling conversation.
Feeling lost in shallow conversations.
And the superficial sighs,
Superficial expressions of emotion, reiterated.
In the borders of our alliance.
Reiterating the boundaries of their connection.
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