Ladybird by Mappe Of

Ladybird, head first into the mystic masses
Tug hard she's not coming out, feels like molasses
Came ashore to the warmth of her dearly beloved
Shimmer shells, summer swells and simply the sum of it

Massless honesty
Clawing at a fleeting day
Tending to a dying flame
Oh, but you'll shoulder your mother 'til her last lover

Tea lights, starry nights are all that you've grown with
The world around you's been changing, you just don't know it

And in your final flight
Nuzzle me with all your might
And in your final flight
Nuzzle me with all your might

Clawing at a fleeting day
Tending to a dying flame

• Folk
• experiemental
• folk
• paper bag records
• Toronto