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 bell's chime seven times
Completed at nine
The world moves on, I find

No, but I
Learned of time by your hands

And in shallow waters, then
I learned not to swim but to lie
I await for none, ten or twenty to burn out
I insist on doubts
We're already laying on the glass, the glass