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 try
The bells chime
Seven times
Completed at nine
The world moves on, 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, I await for none
Ten or twenty to burn out
I insist on doubt
We're already laying on the glass, the glass