The store is closing I'm checking out At the record store Suddenly everybody's out He wants me there I just expired On my last leg Reaching for the distant light I'm cellophane Hey, what's that sound? The major's now a minor And you ask me how? The sound is dead Who's listening now? The lights are out I'm locked inside Now queue the noise I need a little conversation Can you ask me how I'm doing? fine Something to break up this motion The less I want the more it tries The feeling overtakes It's so clear As if printed on a paper One step at a time Who's behind? Decimation of my mirror Rollercoaster ride The waves inside The push and pull Corrupt my brain And I'm falling out Of what's around It comes again Here it comes again Locked in the record store Running towards the door The ceiling's on the floor Maybe I should just let it happen Locked in the record store Running towards the door The ceiling's on the floor Maybe I should just let it happen