Simon & Garfunkel - Dangling conversation

It's a ^Cstill life ^Gwater ^Dcolor Of a ^Cnow late ^Gafter^Dnoon As the ^Csun shines ^Gthrough the ^Amcurtain lace And ^Gshadows wash the ^Emroom And we ^Gsit and drink our coffee ^FCast in our indifference, like ^Eshells upon the shore You can ^Dhear the ocean roar In the ^Cdangling ^Gconver^Dsation, and the ^Gsuper^Dficial ^Csighs The borders of our ^Glives^Em

And you ^Cread your ^GEmily ^DDickenson And ^CI my ^GRobert ^DFrost And we ^Cnote our ^Gplace with ^Ambookmarkers That ^Gmeasure what we've ^Emlost Like a ^Gpoem poorly written We are ^Fverses out of rhythm, ^ECouplets out of rhyme In ^Dsyncopated time And the ^Cdangling ^Gconver^Dsation, And the ^Gsuper^Dficial ^Csighs Are the borders of our ^Glives ^Em

Yes we ^Cspeak of ^Gthings that ^Dmatter With ^Cwords that ^Gmust be ^Dsaid Can ^Canalys^Gis be ^Amworthwhile Is the ^Gtheater really ^Emdead? And ^Ghow the room is softly faded And I ^Fonly kiss your shadow, I ^Ecannot feel your hand You're a ^Dstranger now unto me

Lost in the ^Cdangling ^Gconver^Dsation, And the ^Gsuper^Dficial ^Csighs In the borders of our ^Glives ^Em