well the little conversation well it s 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 these little conversations if i try 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 tell you all well that s all well the little conversations on me are very rough they leave me all in pieces you know there s never time enough it s like a book with missing pages a story incomplete it s like a painting left unfinished it feels like not enough to eat starvin 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 let the others speak for me little conversations are we