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 tried            The bells chime Seven times Completed at nine The world moves slower I find       No but I Learned of time By your hands And in shallow waters’ end I learned not to swim but to lie          I’ll wait for now ’Til it’s ready to burn out I insist on doubts We’re already lying on the glass The glass   /u>