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 how to 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 then
I learned not to swim, but to lie
I'll wait for now
Till it's ready to burn out
I insist on doubt
We're already lying on the glass
The glass