And I’m a shooting star that wandered by your room,
Then disappeared too soon—before I fell apart.
Now I’m another moon, a sister worn and scarred
Who tries with just one heart to birth a self that’s two.
And I’m afraid to speak, and let my voice decay
…no matter what I say, it all comes out so weak.
Now I’m but memory, and left in others’ hands.
But will they understand? Or did nobody see?
Pretty sky, tarnished by a fireball so out of place.
Pretty sky, why would you have ever harbored one so base?
And where are all you now, and weren’t we such good friends?
Why did I abandon you when you were almost dead?
Why’d I run away from my only friends,
When you’d understand if I told you how I felt?
Why was I afraid? Did I think you’d hate me?
Did you ever hate me? Am I the only one who hates me?
Pretty sky, tarnished by a fireball so out of place.
Pretty sky, why would you have ever harbored such a waste?
But I will fall, and there I’ll stay.
I will fall, and there I’ll stay.
Rhode Island singer-songwriter and producer Laura Wolf enshrouds sophisticated chamber music richly textured dream pop, ornate yet organic. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 24, 2021
Super tasty appetizer of an EP, featuring mixes by Son Lux and Mason Jar. Sets the table nicely for MBD's Fall album. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 15, 2014