Apricot Sunday, sky is grey
I stand in the window
she's sleeping in her canopy bed
She wakes up & watches me
open the window
& listen to the sparrows singing
Do you remember when the sky was grey
& every day was Valentine's day
Do you remember when the sky was grey
& every day was Valentine's
Apricot Sunday, opium girl
hands me a bouquet
of marigolds & withered flowers
She lifts up her funeral veil
Autumn winds whistle
unfastened leaves are fluttering down
Do you remember when the sky was grey
& every day was Valentine's day
Do you remember when the sky was grey
& every day was Valentine's
She's locked inside my memory
I still remember everything
She's locked inside my memory
She takes me where I cannot be
Apricot Sunday, opium girl
hands me a bouquet
of marigolds & withered flowers
She lifts up her funeral veil
Autumn winds whistle
unfastened leaves are fluttering down
Do you remember when the sky was grey
& every day was Valentine's day
Do you remember when the sky was grey
& every day was Valentine's
She's locked inside my memory
She takes me where I cannot be
She's locked inside my memory
I Still remember everything
Do you remember when the sky was grey
& every day was Valentine's day
Do you remember when the sky was grey
& every day was Valentine's
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth