Air - The Duelist lyrics

10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20 In the time it takes a handkerchief to fall to the ground One of our lives will be over Brocade waistcoat catches glints of morning light Silk damask swathed in bottle green memories We've traveled from station to station We now approach our final destination The only way to awake you was to slap your face So stand up straight and let me take on final taste of you Before we walk the agreed number of paces And turn to face our fate The coup de grace delivered so delicately You always had such exquisite taste Morning sky stretched tight as a drum Tension released in an instant Brocade waistcoat flecked with blood in the golden light You were dead before you even hit the ground We've traveled from station to station Now we've reached our final destination Watch all trace of color draining from your face Stoop to take my final taste, one final taste of you And ice crystals always have 6 points Though every one's unique They melt on the tongue and no one's ever counted them all But you've tried You You so cool and calculated A real cold fish So measure this So measure this 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15