kirchen, kirschen, an der kander,
auf der erd', allein ich wander’.
the lightning man lives in the lavender town,
one eye cocked at finland, the other down,
i would plant you a lilac-dowry if you'd
let me ladle up some soil, a hole for my fox,
a den for my fox to rest his heavy head.
you can't build a town out of one way
streets, you've got to come and go,
ebb and flow. when you leave a home,
it's never gone,
it gets layered up, papered beneath the new one,
until you're coated with homes, fat with
homes, wandering and plump like little hansel.
