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, telling times,

Completed and lined,

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.