Chord/Tab song: The Dangling Conversation

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#Subject: music : THE DANGLING CONVERSATION
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#Keywords: (Simon & Garfunkle)
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#Title: THE DANGLING CONVERSATION (Simon & Garfunkle)
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[C]It's a still life [B]water [D]color
[C]Of a now late [B]after[D]noon
As the [C]sun shines [B]through the [Am]curtain lace
And [G]shadows wash the room [E] [F#]
[Em]And we sit and drink our coffee
[F]Cast in our indifference, like [E]shells upon the shore
You can [D]hear the ocean roar
In the [C]dangling [B]conver[D]sation, and the [G]super[D]ficial [C]sighs
The borders of our l[G]ives[Em] [F#]
[C]And you read your [B]Emily [D]Dickenson
[C]And I my [B]Robert [D]Frost
And we [C]note our [B]place with [Am]bookmarkers
That [G]measure what we've lost [E] [F#]
[Em]Like a poem porely written
We are [F]verses out of rhythm, [E]Couplets out of rhyme
In [D]syncopated time
And the [C]dangling [B]conver[D]sation, And the [G]super[D]ficial [C]sighs
Are the borders of our [G]lives [Em] [F#]
[C]Yes we speak of [B]things that [D]matter
With [C]words that [B]must be [D]said
Can[C] analy[B]sis be [Am]worthwhile
Is the [G]theatre really dead
[Em]And how the room is softly faded
And I [F]only kiss your shadow, I [E]cannot feel your hand
You're a [D]stranger now unto me
Lost in the [C]dangling [B]conver[D]sation, And the [G]super[D]ficial [C]sighs
In the borders of our [G]lives [Em] [F#]
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All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain.