Where spiders weave their webs at night,
Between the blades of grass, in order to kill,
Where spiders weave their webs at night,
And nothing is everything you feel.
Where spiders weave their webs at night,
Between the blades of grass, in order to kill,
Where spiders weave their webs at night,
And nothing is everything you feel.

We’re all caught in an endless loop
In a cycle of the sun, going up and down,
We’re all caught in an endless loop,
Bare feet outside at sundown. 
We’re all caught in an endless loop,
In a cycle of the sun, dark and light,
We’re all caught in an endless loop,
In wet grass, bare feet outside.

Where spiders weave their webs at night,
Between the blades of grass, in order to kill,
Where spiders weave their webs at night,
And nothing is everything you feel.

But if we wait on this spot, on this place,
For the first of first sunrays 
If you look, then you’ll see
Spiders made a silver carpet for me
Weaved their sunlit carpet for me to see

Where spiders weave their webs at night,
Between the blades of grass, in order to kill,
Where spiders weave their webs at night,
And nothing is everything you feel.
Where spiders weave their webs at night,
Between the blades of grass, in order to kill,
Where spiders weave their webs at night,
And nothing is everything you feel.