Sweep the dirty stairs, the ones I waited on
This is just for me
I felt it watching her
It happens too fast to make sense of it
To 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
To make it last
Not asking of me anything, saying nothing about what it means
Without anybody telling me how I should feel
Lead my skeptic sight