Tom: B
Introdução:
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 Bb7M 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 Bb7M 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 Bb7M 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 B7M 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 Bb7M 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 Bb7M Bb6 Bb
In the borders of our lives