كلمات 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 how to 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 waters then I learned not to swim, but to lie I'll wait for now Till it's ready to burn out I insist on doubt We're already lying on the glass The glass