24-Hour Store - The Handsome Family

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