Un Dernier Verrer (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 shadow water's end I learned not to swim But to lie-I I wait for for mountain In twenty-two third hour I insist on doubt We're already laying on the grass The grass