كلمات 24-Hour Store

Late, late at night 24-hour store Ghosts fly up the aisles, across the shining floor Opening and closing automatic doors Hands waving mirrors Angels fly through lights But the sleepless and lost push their squeaking carts Down the rows of clothes and see nothing at all No, no one hears the singing bones And no one sees the crying ghosts And everyone thinks I'm alone All alone But under concrete And steel linoleum floors There is a fire that will never die A golden wheel inside the world A golden wheel in plastic and bows In particles of light that fall from the sun A river of candles Tumbling in the dark No, no one hears the singing bones And no one sees the crying ghosts And everyone thinks I'm alone All alone No, no one hears the singing bones And no one sees the crying ghosts And everyone thinks I'm alone All alone