Tarantula on a Texas playground
In your hand was gentle
Panama, the bright white sand, and the ocean
We get so sentimental
And it grows in waves like sea foam
Life was crammed in our heads
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Golden frogs we caught in the jungle's edges
Just before extinction
We moved away and we lived on air-force bases
Saw the runway blinking
It grows in waves like sea foam
Life was crammed in our heads
Ooh, the stories we tell
Ooh, like God cast a spell
Ooh, on your magic life
Ooh, and this is what it feels like
From 405 to 411, you see the sky
You see the Sun, it's you and I
Tarantula on a Texas playground
What is transcendental?
And this is what it feels like
Ooh, the stories we tell
Ooh, like God cast a spell
Ooh, on your magic life
Ooh, and this is what it feels like
Ooh, the stories you tell
Ooh, like God cast a spell
Ooh, on your magic life
And this is what it feels like
