Sometimes I couldn't care if we ran out of air, oh, no

You see, my star kid groover's holding tight on the reins of my heart

It's a breeze, she's a tease, we were made for the trees

How I want her like this

How I love when she feeds me her tingle

She's my mud, honey child as we dance on the waves of the street

You know my all-time my move is boppin' hard from her head to her feet

It's a gas, it's a treat, not a hint of deceit

How I want her like this

How I love when she feeds me her tingle

So, so, why do we always keep looking back?

Feeling joy, feeling pain, we're exactly the same

I can't change what'll always remain, oh, no, no, no

So, so, why do we always keep looking back?

(Good to yourself, not to fools, not a chance)

Feeling joy, feeling pain, we're exactly the same

I can't change what'll always remain, oh, no, no, no

Subterranean spark, won't you fill up the dark with your tingle?

Subterranean spark, won't you fill up the dark with your tingle?

Subterranean spark, won't you fill up the dark with your tingle?

Subterranean spark, won't you fill up the dark with your tingle?