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.
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.
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
To the table and the light.