Un Dernier Verre (Pour La Route)
Beirut
The Flying Club Cup (2007)

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 bell's chime seven times
Completed at nine
The world moves on, 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 await for none, ten or twenty to burn out
I insist on doubts,
We're already laying on the glass, the glass...