Table For Glasses
James Christopher Adkins, Richard E Burch, Thomas Darrell Linton, Zachary Michel Lind
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, to 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, to make it last
Lead my skeptic sight
Lead my skeptic sight
Not asking of me anything (lead my skeptic sight)
Saying nothing about what it means
Without anybody telling me
What I should feel
Not asking of me anything (lead my skeptic sight)
Saying nothing about what it means
Without anybody telling me
What I should feel
What I should