Simon & Garfunkel

^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.