Spiders Songtext
von Bedbugs

It seems like we′re going back to December
The low light, made out hearts cold
I answered the phone to meet some strangers
There's no land for ghosts

There′s a spider in your arm
Man, you're house is not that far


It seems like the weather's finally warm
The sun made, our skin burn
I answered the phone to meet some strangers
There′s no land, for ghosts

There′s a spider in your arm
Man, your house is not that far
There are spiders everywhere
Missing book on the bookshelf

There's a spider in your arm
Man, your house is not that far (not that far)
There are spiders everywhere
Missing book on the bookshelf (on the bookshelf)