Table For Glasses

Sweep the dirty stairs
The ones I waited on
This is just for me
I felt it watching her

And it happened too fast
To make sense of it, make it last
It happened too fast
To make sense of it, make it last

Where do you intend to go
With your dirty dress?
Lead my skeptic sight
To the table and the light

It happened too fast
To make sense of it, make it last
It happened too fast
To make sense of it, make it last

Lead my skeptic sight
Lead my skeptic sight

Not asking of me anything
Saying nothing about what it means
Without anybody telling me
What I should feel

Not asking of me anything
Saying nothing about what it means
Without anybody telling me
What I should feel
What I should feel

Lead my skeptic sight
To the table and the light