Testo di Conversations With Dead People

When i see you Sitting in the restaurant Counting complex carbohydrates I will wonder where it was i knew you from I will give you my regards When you turn to go And in these final parting phrases I will overanalyze the way your eyes moved slower than before Winter morning In the parking lot of my apartment complex I will be the first to force eye contact These dashing darting deer in headlight looks are getting tired From time to time When i am feeling troubled I will unfold these letters from old friends and lovers Thinking fondly of the long agos The penmanship and perfect strokes Even though i saved these notes I won’t pretend i know you anymore Held in hallways Caught in corridors We will speak these warm words Half empty half full