Luyện nghe bài hát The Dangling Conversation

It's a still watercolor
Of a now-late
As the sun shines the curtained lace
And shadows wash the

And we sit and our coffee
Couched in our indifference, like shells the shore
You can hear the roar

In the conversation
And the superficial
The of our lives

And you read your Dickinson
And I my Robert
And we note our place with markers
That measure we've lost

Like a poem poorly
We are out of rhythm
Couplets out of
In syncopated

And the conversation
And the sighs
Are the of our lives

Yes, we speak of things that
With words that be said
"Can be worthwhile?"
"Is the theater dead?"

And how the room is faded
And I only kiss your shadow, I cannot feel hand
You're a stranger now me

Lost in the conversation
And the sighs
In the of our lives