Un derniere verre

F#                            Bm                F#	
Come, sit at the table under October's able skiiees,
      Bm
Once we'd seen eye to eye, 
                                       F#
I'd known that I'd pass you by, and I tried
Bm				
The bell's chime, telling times, 

Completed and lined, 
                       F#
The world moves on, I find,
    Bm	
No, but I, 
                         F#
Learned of time by your hands
    Bm
And in shallow waters, then, 
                              F#			
I learned not to swim but to lie,
  Bm
I await for none, ten or twenty to burn out

I insist on doubts, 
                                      F#
We're already laying on the glass, the glass...

Bm	C#m

End on Bm