Paroles de Conversations with Dead People
When I see you sitting in the restaurantCounting complex carbohydrates
I will wonder where it was I knew you from
And I will give you my regards
When you turn to go
And in these final parting phrases
I will overanalyze the way your eyes move slower than before
Winter morning in the parking lot of my apartment complex
I will be the first to force eye contact
In this dashing, darting deer-in-the-headlight looks
Are growing tired
From time to time when I am feeling trembled
I will unfold all these letters from old friends and lovers
From the of the long ago of penmanship and perfect strokes
And even though I say these notes
I won't pretend I know any more, any more
Held in hallways
Cutting corridor doors
We will speak these warm words
Half empty, half full
Winter morning in the parking lot of my apartment complex
I will be the first to force eye contact
In this dashing, darting deer-in-the-headlight looks
Are growing tired
From time to time when I am feeling trembled
I will unfold all these letters from old friends and lovers
From the of the long ago of penmanship and perfect strokes
And even though I say these notes
I won't pretend I know any more, any more
Held in hallways
Cutting corridor doors
We will speak these warm words
Half empty, half full
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