Testo di 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