| 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 |