Concrete Blonde - Little conversations

The ^Clittle ^Gconver^Amsation... Was ^Cover ^Gvery ^Amsoon... And I w^Catch in ^Gadmir^Amation... From my ^Fcorner of the ^Groom And they sh^Cine on ^Gyou with ^Amstarry eyes... And they ^Crain a ^Gfriendly ^Amstorm... Like ^Ckids ar^Gound a C^Amhristmas tree... And then you sm^File all nice and w^Garm

These ^Flittle conver^Gsations, if I ^Ctry my very ^Ambest You know I ^Fnever could say ^Ganything in ^Ctwenty words or ^Amless Somew^Fhere, sometime ^Gdown the line, somed^Cay I may conf^Amess and tell you ^Fall... that's ^Gall

The ^Clittle ^Gconver^Amsations... On ^Cme are ^Gvery ^Amrough... They ^Cleave me ^Gall in ^Ampieces... You know there's ^Fnever time en^Gough It's like a ^Cbook with ^Gmissing ^Ampages... A ^Cstory ^Gincompl^Amete... It's like a ^Cpainting ^Gleft un^Amfinished... It feels like ^Fnot enough to ^Geat, starving!

You know these ^Flittle conver^Gsations? Well for ^Cme they'll never ^Amdo Now what am ^FI supposed to ^Gdo with broken ^Csentences of ^Amyou? I'll stay ^Fin my ^Gcorner... 'cause that's ^Call that I can ^Amdo Let the ^Fothers speak for ^Gme...

L^Fittle convers^Gations are ^Amwe... Are ^Cwe^Am... Are ^Cwe^G..^Am.