The Bad Spellers - Mother Michigan lyrics

There are no groups of stars in the sky or aromatic things one can find which replicate the warmth of your mellow echo in our live bodies as we dance our way through this confusing space. Green mountains aren't so different from dunes along The Lake, although at times we choose to find each as its own landscape. Drifting across the bridge between our lives, we have seen the stars, and the open water and the moon. We've returned soon able to look deep into your reflection. As the thread of each moment becomes the past, it weaves a cradle.