lyrics spin, repeating
lyrics spin
outside's a stoat winding branches
think's he's smoke
sings lyrics
repeating
"go back, go back, wait"
he sings the words I want
the weasel
trees in a rubble hill
mid city
left by accident, by oversight
til someone finds an opportunity
trees get to sway
and host stoats,
in my dreams the trees can rustle a capella
the weasels can whisper
(eat eggs)
but I'll hear (go home)
when there's no home left

arsonists burn down the places they most
wish to live