Текст песни The Conversation - Paris Street

Hey Sara Jane, what was it that you were saying
Just before our conversation was cut short?
Sidetracked by minds that without the spotlight might act
Out til the focus is restored

On them, and then we wait til when
They find some other people to exhaust
Then we are free to resume our colloquy
If we can recall where we left off

Right, it's not like this is really a surprise
Given where our conversation's taking place
But, well, it's such hell just because it really felt
As if we were chatting in a way

That seems like it could be a sign of connectivity
That can last beyond the contours of this night
Your witty quips through sangria lips
Are something I want more of at least twice

Hey Sara Jane, well I guess I can't complain
'Cause at least a conversation has begun
And heck, what'd we expect in this limp-dicked picaresque
Maybe next time we'll be free of distractions

But next, at best, will be hard to manifest
With no guarantee it'll even occur
These witty quips through sangria lips
Might be all we'll have til our paths reconverge

Hey Sara Jane, what was it that you were saying?
Just before our conversation was derailed
It's fine if this time the thought or question's left your mind
In this place our tête-à-tête was bound to fail