Table for Glasses

Sweep the dirty stairs, the ones I waited on
 This is just for me, I felt it watching her
 And it happens too fast to make sense of it, make it last
 It happens too fast to make sense of it, make it last
 Where do you intend to go with 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
 How I should feel
 Not asking of me anything
 Saying nothing about what it means
 Without anybody telling me
 How I should feel but I should know
 Lead my skeptic sight
 To the table and the light