The Primitive

Oh sometimes I look up to the sky and I see the clouds and I see the light And I want the stars and the mud and the night to define me And sometimes I look out at the sea and I see the waves and I feel the breeze And I want the rocks and the birds and the leaves to define me Cos I am the insect in the jar I am the spider in the tar I am the worm inside your drain Yes we all come back to the primitive again, oh And sometimes I stare out at the trees and I forget about the complexities That scratch and scrape and hate and tease all around me And sometimes I drift out with the wind and the silence tells me simple things And I want my lungs and my legs and my skin to define me Cos I am the insect in the jar I am the spider in the tar I am the worm inside your drain Yes we all come back to the primitive again, oh Cos I am the insect in the tar I am the worm in the jar I am the creature inside your brain 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