Too Many Faces captures the quiet overwhelm of a body and mind that have given everything the day had to ask for, set against the crush of a packed commuter train. Ollifax traces the fine line between social exhaustion and the instinct toward isolation, with a restraint that makes the emotional weight land harder. A rare song that understands the difference between wanting to disappear and needing a moment to simply stop being needed.

Musical Details

BPM

102

Key

D

Camelot

Dm

Credits

ComposerOllifax
LyricistOllifax
ProducerPeter Jaffray
MixingOllifax
MasteringOllifax

Copyright & Legal

Ollifax Music

PublisherOllifax Music
LabelOllifax Music
LicenseAll Rights Reserved
Recorded inThe Arctic

Lyrics

Last train home.
Platform packed.
Someone behind me
Steps on my heel.
Yeahhh.
Too many faces.
Ten hours working.
Still smell like steel.
Knee starts talking.
Can't stand still.
Bag at my shoulder.
Breath at my neck.
Everybody pushing.
Nobody there yet.
Woman beside me
Laughs into her phone.
Nothing against her.
Just want to be alone.
No room to turn.
No room to shift.
Somebody's elbow
Finds the sore rib.
Jaw starts setting.
Hear my teeth click.
Been good all day.
Getting tired of it.
Someone says sorry.
Someone says move.
Both sound the same
When they come through.
Don't touch my shoulder.
Don't ask what's wrong.
Been answering people
All fucking day long.
You don't have to stay.
You don't have to stay.
Doors slide open.
Whole line sways.
Let this one go.
Get out of the way.
Too many faces.
Too close to mine.
Everybody wants
Another piece of my time.
Give me some room.
Give me some air.
Can't keep being someone
For everyone here.
Let this one go.
Let this one go.
I can take
the long way.
I can take the cold.
Too many faces.
Let this one go.
Train fills sideways.
Bag catches coat.
A hand at my back
Starts pushing me close.
Whole body answers
Before I can think.
Shoulder goes solid.
Boot finds its grip.
Used to sleep crowded.
Kit under the bed.
Knew every footstep.
Knew who came next.
Different boots now.
Don't know these hands.
Man behind me
Just wants to get past.
I could turn hard.
Make him step back.
Give all this pressure
Somewhere to land.
Then see his daughter.
Half hidden below.
Holding his pocket.
Trying not to let go.
Step to the side.
Let both of them through.
Nothing gets settled.
Nothing needs to.
Doors pull together.
My sleeve comes free.
Everybody leaving.
Nobody needs me.
Too many faces.
Too close to mine.
Everybody wants
Another piece of my time.
Give me some room.
Give me some air.
Can't keep being someone
For everyone here.
Let this one go.
Let this one go.
I can take
the long way.
I can take the cold.
Too many faces.
Let this one go.
Phone starts ringing.
Let it ring.
Good friend calling.
Can't take one more thing.
Nothing against him.
Nothing to explain.
Some nights a question
Feels heavy as a name.
You don't owe an answer.
You don't owe a smile.
Don't want to disappear.
Just be gone a while.
Let this one go.
Got home in my pocket.
Still taking it slow.
Too many faces.
Too close to mine.
Everybody wants
Another piece of my time.
Give me some room.
Give me some air.
Can't keep being someone
For everyone here.
Let this one go.
Let this one go.
I can take
the long way.
I can take the cold.
Too many faces.
Let this one go.
Next train home.
Platform clear.
Room on the bench.
I stay right here.
Phone stops ringing.
Wind finds my neck.
Nobody talking.
Not ready yet.
Let this one go.

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