Videoshop
Michael Caulfield
Standing in your shop, the rain won't stop. Our record’s on, and the customers gone
You're closing out, while I mill about. You shut the drawer, and say "Let's get gone."
I no longer know the place we wanted to go. It’s faded away, the only thing that remains
Is standing in the shop, and the rain won't stop. Our record's on, and the customers gone