New Siberia

I was planted in a flower bed of sorrows
Where raven’s laughter blew up from the west
Carried whispers of a dream about tomorrow
In my heart it just be borrowed in my chest
So I rode my one-eyed mare across the tundra
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
Battle grounds where dragon teeth play a song (?)
Have a picture of my lover in my pocket
And the other half as-of-yet unknown
And at night I slept
Was dreaming of
You
Looking for you
Looking for new Siberia
I was looking for you
Looking for you
Looking for you Siberia
I was looking for you Siberia
Looking for new Siberia
Looking for you Siberia