PAUL SIMON
SIMON SAYS
Yes, we speak of things that matter
with words that must be said.
“Can analysis be worthwhile?”
“Is the theatre really dead?”
And how the room is softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow,
I cannot feel your hand.
You’re a stranger now unto me
with words that must be said.
“Can analysis be worthwhile?”
“Is the theatre really dead?”
And how the room is softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow,
I cannot feel your hand.
You’re a stranger now unto me