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 shadow water's end

I learned not to swim

But to lie-I

I wait for for mountain

In twenty-two third hour

I insist on doubt

We're already laying on the grass

The grass