White Linen from Floodplains by Chris DuPont

Sterling city, you’ve inundated me
In the memory of my northern belle
I wished her well, swallowed in your haze

Now I'm capsized. She's immortalized in white linen
I hear the table spinning.
Her favored lies, my petty crime committed.

Painted lady, could you recount for me all the years you have not aged?
My younger sin, and blower of the wind that's rattling my cage.

I'm capsized. She's immortalized in white linen
I hear the table spinning.
Her favored lies, my petty crime committed.

In white linen, I hear the table spinning.
Her favor lies in my petty crime forgiven.

• Ambient Folk
• Folk
• Michigan
• Ypsilanti
• acoustic
• singer-songwriter
• Ypsilanti