The lights dim very slowly

The door sounds softly in its frame

I am the woman who still stays late

Among sleeves that smell of passing years

The owner hums an old song

We laugh softly between the shelves

Time stands still in the warm dust

Hold me tight inside this sound

When the shop slowly closes its eyes

Old records spin around our dreams

Until the final needle finds its peace

He turns the sign to "Closed today"

We count our steps out to the street

The evening carries us like a song

Hold me tight inside this sound

When the shop slowly closes its eyes

Old records spin around our dreams

Until the final needle finds its peace

The key turns, but the song remains

We walk outside, the night ends completely still