Air, Jarvis Cocker, Charlotte Gainsbourg - The Duelist lyrics

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 one 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 colour
Draining from your face
Stood to take my final taste
One final taste of you

And ice crystals always have six 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