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 pa*s 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 gla*s, the gla*s