I carry my friends around with me
not that my shoulders are so wide.
More in the things they say and see
I am the sum of everyone.
I am a concertina doll
like the books and records on the wall.
Some are dark and some are light
some are here and some are gone.
Faces in a passing car
Faces in a passing car
You said I was talking in my sleep
right on through the night.
They’re all there in my dreams
like a midnight choir.
I can hear them in my ear
like a radio.
Some are loud and clear
some are awful quiet
some are here and some are gone.
angel apricot makes sweet and intimate '90s-style bedroom pop with delicate melodies and melancholic, reflective lyrics. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 29, 2022