Un Dernier Verre (Pour La Route)

Come sit at the table

Under October's able skies

Once we'd seen eye to eye

I'd known that I'd pass you by, and I triedThe bells chime seven times

Completed at nine

The world moves slower, I findNo, but I learned of time

By your hands

And in shallow waters' end

I learned not to swim but to lieI'll wait for now

'Til it's ready to burn out

I insist on doubts

We're already lying on the glass, the glass