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 water’s end
I learned not to swim
But to lie
I await for none
Ten or twenty to burn out
I insist on doubt
We’re already laying on the glass
The glass