The 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 tell you all, that's all The 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. 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 and let the others speak for me. Little Conversations Are We.