New Siberia

I was planted in a flowerbed of sorrows,
Where raven's laughter blew up from the west.
Carried whispers of a dream about tomorrow.
And my heart, it just beat borrowed in my chest.
So I rode my one-eyed mare across the tundra
As soon as I was old enough to go.
There were dangers that befell the ones who wandered,
But the fern moss just looked pretty in the snow.
And I watched my breath crystallize
Against a lawless sky
And I was looking for you,
Looking for you,
Looking for New Siberia.
Well, I followed my small destiny with valor,
Knowing I'd be better off alone
Than to sit upon a shore with dry-land sailors,
For the quest slept in the marrow of their bones.
And their hearts were dull
To the harem's call.
And I was looking for you,
Looking for you,
Looking for you,
My New Siberia.
Well, I grabbed my army knife and scratched the surface
Of battlegrounds where dragon teeth lay sown.
Half the picture of my lover in my pocket,
And the other half as of yet unknown.
And at night, I slept.
I was dreaming of
You.
Looking for you,
Looking for New Siberia.
I was lookin’ for you,
Looking for you,
Looking for you, Siberia.
I was looking for you, Siberia.
Looking for New Siberia.
Looking for you, Siberia.