Lyrics: Beirut. The Flying Club Cup. 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

(Thanks to Ben for these lyrics)