Siberian Butterfly - Bob Mould

Watch me fly like a rainbow in the sky

Winter comes and renders everything in black and white

I see all the butterflies you captured on your way

Chloroform and needles pinning wings to your display

You can’t see me, you can’t feel me

You can’t catch me, you can’t touch me

My Siberian butterfly

Across this land there are no nature scenes

Instead you drill and pillage everything of beauty

In your biosphere you pin these wings so dear

If you touch my chitin surely I will disappear

You can’t see me, you can’t feel me

You can’t touch me, you can’t keep me

My Siberian butterfly

You were chasing me through a dream, origami and gabardine

All the fields of my past are shiny glass and steel

Every Sunday the local men gather up at the barn and

When the sun goes down the sky is filled with rainbow butterflies

You can’t see me, you can’t feel me

You can’t keep me, you don’t need me now

My Siberian butterfly