Un Dernier Verre (Pour la Route)

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