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