The Department Store of the Soul is a dream, a place in your heart, an endless supply of all you need. It's bricks and mortar in some present future, a library of all the love you give, a window to a world you’ve always known exists. Imagine a welcoming café on a Parisian street, the sun warming your skin, the moon reflecting in your gin. Laughter echoes from the room upstairs, and a stranger's look of recognition meets you in the street. In the back of your mind, the siren's song whispers, “Come to me, come to me, we’re all waiting for you,” daring you into an experience beyond the ordinary, into the heart of all that is and can be.

It's the
Department Store of Your Soul
It doesn't matter if you're
Young or old
It doesn't care about
The colour of your skin
Who you love or
How you feel within
You are the original thing
You are the original thing
You are the original thing
You are, you are, you are

You've walked inside
A million times before
Your touch has left a
Patina on the door
You've lived and loved and
Laughed and cried here 
Many times before
Because
You are the original thing
You are the original thing
You are the original thing
You are, you are, you are
Building a house of love
Building a house of love
Building a house of love
Where you're always in love
And never grow old

It's the
Department Store of Your Soul
It doesn't matter if you're
Young or old
It doesn't care about
The colour of your skin
Who you love or
How you feel within
Because
You are the original thing
You are the original thing
You are the original thing
You are, you are, you are
Building a house of love
Building a house of love
Building a house of love
Where you're always in love
And never grow old

Lyrics to The Department Store of the Soul by Robert Courtney