Luyện nghe bài hát The Dangling Conversation

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

And we sit and drink our
in our indifference, like shells upon the shore
You can the ocean roar

In the dangling
And the superficial
The of our lives

And you your Emily Dickinson
And I my Frost
And we note our place book markers
That what we've lost

Like a poem poorly
We are verses out of
out of rhyme
In time

And the conversation
And the superficial
Are the borders of our

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

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

in the dangling conversation
And the superficial
In the borders of our