- cifra
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 waters' end
I learned not to swim, but to lie
I'll wait for now
'Til it's ready to burn out
I insist on doubts
We're already lying on the glass
The glass
