
Song
I Light a Star
Anonymous artist · 7 plays
female vocals, sorrowful, nostalgic, ambivalent, cryptic, symbolic language, Christmas market theme, darker themes, calm modern banger, neo folk, pop ballad, power ballad style chorus
Lyrics
Intro
Lantern smoke on paper stars, a bell that never tolled (hmm)
My breath draws small constellations on your jacket sleeve
I hand you a folded note that says nothing at all
You turn it over like a secret door, like a promise I'll leave
Verse
There are wooden names nailed to a stall like crossing guards
A mitten pinned to a ribbon, embroidered with somebody's laugh
Chestnuts smoke and slip between the teeth of the crowd
I count the spaces where your footprint should have been, then I let the night laugh
A boy trades marbles for a shadow, trades a coin for a song
The vendor hums a tune I learned in a language I forgot
I smile with the knife of memory, thin and bright (oh-oh)
And fold that smile into my pocket like an unpaid note
Pre-chorus
You watch the lanterns tilt, (watch) they don't fall
You read my silence like a map with no roads
I send the signals sideways, in the steam of a mug, in the curl of smoke
I say come closer (come), but I say don't move — I say don't move
Chorus
I light a star and watch it stutter in the gutter, sing, oh-oh
I tell the story loud enough that you can’t pretend you didn't hear (yeah)
I hold the last candle up until it bends and becomes a stranger's name (hold)
Then I fold it, fold it, fold it — like a letter that won't burn
I light a star and watch it stutter in the gutter, sing, oh-oh
I tell the story soft enough that you won't know who's to blame (uh)
I hold the last candle up until it bends and goes away (goes away)
I fold it, fold it, fold it — and pass it on (na-na, na-na)
Verse
A carousel with horses missing eyes spins slower than the news
I buy two paper cranes and leave one at the foot of a closed door
There is a ledger on the counter, every name washed in cinnamon
I trace a line that might be yours, then I cross it out because I doubt more
The air tastes like a story told with a missing middle, like a song unsaid
A child trades his mitten for a wish he can't keep
You stand at the edge of market light, a silhouette in draft, (hmm)
I send you an invitation written on a napkin and wilted like a leaf
Pre-chorus
You tilt your head and read the corners where I lie (lie)
You answer in the little gestures — a wink, a pause, a backhand smile
I press a paper star into your palm and tell you it's warm (it's warm)
I ask you questions in the way the bells ask the night for something to hold
Chorus
I light a star and watch it stutter in the gutter, sing, oh-oh
I tell the story loud enough that you can’t pretend you didn't hear (yeah)
I hold the last candle up until it bends and becomes a stranger's name (hold)
Then I fold it, fold it, fold it — like a letter that won't burn
I light a star and watch it stutter in the gutter, sing, oh-oh
I tell the story soft enough that you won't know who's to blame (uh)
I hold the last candle up until it bends and goes away (goes away)
I fold it, fold it, fold









