Song | Caterpillars |
Artist | The Handsome Family |
Album | Wilderness |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Silvia was struck by lightning | |
While reading in bed one night | |
She left the windows open | |
And the storm caught her by surprise | |
For a day she laid here still as a stone | |
Clipped to pumps and tubes | |
Then out her window the street lights flashed | |
And at last, her fingers moved | |
She awoke to a cacophony | |
Of electric radio waves | |
Pulsing rays of energy | |
Falling from outer space | |
High and swaying towers | |
Down in basements full of dust | |
She could not escape the sterling | |
Or the 60 cycle arm | |
She moved on, tempted spectacles | |
Several fur lion capes | |
3 pairs of velvet gloves | |
A vain of dotted Swiss | |
But all the earth’s vibrations | |
Still pounded through her ears | |
So she packed a steamer trunk | |
And flew a prop plane to Belize | |
From there a log raft took her | |
Over raging waterfalls | |
Deep within uncharted jungle | |
Where giant caterpillars crawl | |
The spun their silk around her | |
A cocoon between the trees | |
And still she hangs there swinging | |
Deep within the dripping leafs | |
Keepin time with every rumble | |
Every quiver of the earth | |
And she slowly changes shape | |
With the turning of the world |
Silvia was struck by lightning | |
While reading in bed one night | |
She left the windows open | |
And the storm caught her by surprise | |
For a day she laid here still as a stone | |
Clipped to pumps and tubes | |
Then out her window the street lights flashed | |
And at last, her fingers moved | |
She awoke to a cacophony | |
Of electric radio waves | |
Pulsing rays of energy | |
Falling from outer space | |
High and swaying towers | |
Down in basements full of dust | |
She could not escape the sterling | |
Or the 60 cycle arm | |
She moved on, tempted spectacles | |
Several fur lion capes | |
3 pairs of velvet gloves | |
A vain of dotted Swiss | |
But all the earth' s vibrations | |
Still pounded through her ears | |
So she packed a steamer trunk | |
And flew a prop plane to Belize | |
From there a log raft took her | |
Over raging waterfalls | |
Deep within uncharted jungle | |
Where giant caterpillars crawl | |
The spun their silk around her | |
A cocoon between the trees | |
And still she hangs there swinging | |
Deep within the dripping leafs | |
Keepin time with every rumble | |
Every quiver of the earth | |
And she slowly changes shape | |
With the turning of the world |
Silvia was struck by lightning | |
While reading in bed one night | |
She left the windows open | |
And the storm caught her by surprise | |
For a day she laid here still as a stone | |
Clipped to pumps and tubes | |
Then out her window the street lights flashed | |
And at last, her fingers moved | |
She awoke to a cacophony | |
Of electric radio waves | |
Pulsing rays of energy | |
Falling from outer space | |
High and swaying towers | |
Down in basements full of dust | |
She could not escape the sterling | |
Or the 60 cycle arm | |
She moved on, tempted spectacles | |
Several fur lion capes | |
3 pairs of velvet gloves | |
A vain of dotted Swiss | |
But all the earth' s vibrations | |
Still pounded through her ears | |
So she packed a steamer trunk | |
And flew a prop plane to Belize | |
From there a log raft took her | |
Over raging waterfalls | |
Deep within uncharted jungle | |
Where giant caterpillars crawl | |
The spun their silk around her | |
A cocoon between the trees | |
And still she hangs there swinging | |
Deep within the dripping leafs | |
Keepin time with every rumble | |
Every quiver of the earth | |
And she slowly changes shape | |
With the turning of the world |