Un Dernier Verre (Pour La Route)
Come sit at the tableUnder October's able skiesOnce we'd seen eye to eyeI'd known that I'd pass you by, and I tried
The bells chimeSeven timesCompleted at nineThe world moves slower, I find
No, but ILearned of timeBy your hands
And in shallow waters' endI learned not to swim, but to lie
I'll wait for now'Til it's ready to burn outI insist on doubtsWe're already lying on the glassThe glass