The Primitive

Oh sometimes I look out to the sea
And I see the birds and I feel the breeze
And I want the waves and the rocks and the leaves to define me
And sometimes I look up to the sky
And I see the clouds and I see the light
And I want the stones and the mud and the night to define me
'Cos I am the insect in the jar
I am the fly caught in the tar
I am the worm inside your drain
Yes we all come back to the primitive again
Oh sometimes I look out to the sea
And I see the birds and I feel the breeze
And I want the waves and the rocks and the trees to define me
And sometimes I look up to the sky
And I see the clouds and I see the light
And I want the stones and the mud and the night to define me
'Cos I am the insect in the jar
I am the fly caught in the tar
I am the worm inside your drain
Yes we all come back to the primitive again
'Cos I am the insect in the jar
I am the fly caught in the tar
I am the worm inside your drain
Yes we all come back to the primitive again
And we all come back to the primitive again
And we all come back to the primitive again
And we all come back to the primitive again
The primitive again
The primitive again