beirut
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 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