Overs

(Paul Simon:) Why don't we stop fooling ourselves?  The game is over over over No good times      no bad times There's no times at all Just The New York Times  Sitting on the windowsill       Near the flowers (Paul Simon:) We might as well be apart    It hardly matters We sleep separately            And drop a smile passing in the hall But there's no laughs left 'Cause we laughed them all  And we laughed them all In a very short time (Art Garfunkel:) Time Is tapping on my forehead Hanging from my mirror Rattling the teacups And I wonder     (Paul Simon:) How long can I delay?    We're just a habit Like saccharin              And I'm habitually feelin' kinda blue But each time I try on the thought of leaving you I stop... Stop and think it over