Table For Glasses Testo

Testo Table For Glasses

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
Make it last

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

Not asking of me anything, saying nothing about what it means
without anybody telling me what I should feel