Lyrics Table For Glasses - Manchester Orchestra

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, to make it last

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

And it happens too fast
To make sense of it, make it last
It happens too fast
To make sense of it, to make it last

Lead my skeptic side
Lead my skeptic side

Not asking of me anything (lead my)
Saying nothing about what it means (skeptic side)
Without anybody telling me
What I should feel

Not asking of me anything (lead my)
Saying nothing about what it means (skeptic side)
Without anybody telling me
What I should feel, what I should