This little conversation
Is over very soon,
And I watch in admiration
From my corner of the room.
They shine on you with starry eyes.
They rain a friendly storm.
Like kids around a Christmas tree,
And then you smile all nice and warm.
The little conversations...
If I tried my very best,
You know I never could say anything
In twenty words or less.
Somewhere, sometime, down the line
Someday I may confess,
And spill it all. Thats all
These little conversations
On me are very rough.
They leave me all in pieces,
You know there's never time enough.
Like a book with missing pages,
Like a story incomplete,
Like a painting left unfinished,
It feels like not enough to eat.
These little conversations,
Well for me they'll never do.
Now what am I supposed to do with
Broken sentences of you?
I'll stay in my corner 'cause
That's all that I can do,
And let the others speak for me.
——— Concrete Blonde