Dept. Store Video (MV)

The message read 'If the fire is out, what do we do with the ashes?'
A worn-out phrase in a room that's full of every stupid passage
I tried to think of a word I've said that's ever been worth saying
Instead I get a parking lot where everyone's parading
Will she be there when I march in?
Will she be there when I march in?

I drunken star on the avenue that can't recall the faces
A telephone directory with nothing on the pages

The taste is gone
The fear is gone
The others leave today
Her breathe is gone
Her face is gone
The miscellaneous will fade away

Call came in in the afternoon, she had gone to Memphis
Like a story that will end too soon and leaves you dumb and senseless
I try to think of a word she said that's ever been worth hearing
Instead I get a dept store with nothing there worth stealing
The taste is gone
The fear is gone
The others leave today
Her breathe is gone
Her face is gone
The miscellaneous will fade away