White Linen

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 --- White Linen - Chris DuPont